Yesterdays — Good Night

GOOD NIGHT

The day is at its golden height, No shadow falls on sea or land;

And yet to thee I say Good night, As we stand here hand clasped in hand, Good night--Good night.

The laughing waves are summer blue, The bees hum in the sun's warm light;

But frosts of winter chill me through, I shiver as I say Good night.

Good night--Good night.

How often at the close of day With smiling lips we've said those words: And listened as we turned away To hear them echoed by the birds, Good night--Good night.

We did not dream then of this hour, This sad, sad hour for you and me;

We did not dream there was a power Could force us for eternity To say Good night.

Good night--nay, turn your eyes away;

I cannot bear their tender light.

Now evermore to golden day, To golden hope, a last Good night, Good night--Good night.