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When the long day leans to the twilight, / When the Evening star climbs to the moon, / With a heart that is silently breaking, / I sit in the gloaming and croon. / I croon a low song for my darling, / My wee one, my baby, my own; / Who, cradled in rosewood and velvet, / Sleeps out in the churchyard alone.
Alone with no arms to enfold her, / Alone with no pillowing breast, / Alone with no hand on her cradle, / To rock her to soundlier rest. / But each day in the hush of the twilight, / Is silenced my broken heart's cry; / And I sit where I sat with my darling, / And sing her the old lullaby.