Twilight hues in all their glory
Creep o’er the soft Summer sky,
Fireflies gleaming, dimly showing,
Twilight soon to dusk is growing,
Evening breezes touch the rustling leaves
With their first gentle sigh,
In the dawning of this night of love, waiting here, dear am I.
Oh! Meet me in the shadows,
When twilight dims the day,
When the golden sun has gone to rest,
In the golden west, loving time is best
For love dreams are the sweetest,
When moonbeams flood the sky,
Love will find its own,
When we are alone,
In the shadows, just you and I. Oh! I.
First moonbeams the woodland flowers
Touch with their silver and gold,
Sleepy birds of love are dreaming,
Stars are peeping forth their gleaming,
In the shadows Cupid waits to list’
To the tale we unfold,
Come, my sweet, and make complete, the joy of a fond love untold.
Fink, Herman, "In the Shadows" (1911). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 736.
The views expressed in this paper are solely those of the author.