How sad, how lovely
How short, how sweet
To see that sunset
At the end of the street

And the day gathered in
To a single light
And the shadows 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 gold

How sad, how lovely
How short, how sweet
To see that 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 stars

Like life, like a smile
Like the fall of a leaf
How sad, how lovely
How brief