Round me at twilight come stealing,
Shadows of days that are gone;
Dreams of the old days revealing
Memories of Love's golden dawn.
Dreams of love, so true.
O'er the Sea of Memory
I'm drifting back to you.
Wild wood days.
Among the birds and bees
You left me alone.
But still you're my own!
In my beautiful Memories.
Sunlight may teach me forgetting,
Noon light bring thoughts that are new;
Twilight brings sighs and regretting,
Moon light means sweet dreams of you.
Van Alstyne, Egbert and Kahn, Gustave, "Memories" (1915). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 909.
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