How sad, how lovely How short, how sweet To see the sunset at the end of the street And the day gathered in to a single light And the shallows rising From the brim of the night Too few, too few are the days that will hold your face Your face in a blaze of cold How sad, how lovely How short, how sweet To see the sunset at the end of the street And the lights going on in the shops and the bars And the lovers looking for the first little signs Like life, like your smile, like the fall of leaf How sad, how lovely, how sweet