The evening sun is sinking, moving homeward
As darkened shadows claim the fight they won
With upturned eyes closed from the light of darkness
And two crossed hands that raised another's son

Gone, oh gone the one who really loved me
For what I was not what I ought to be
Who never questioned falling leaves in autumn
Nor silver nests built on a dying tree

In gingham gown she warmed me from the coldness
The winter nights seemed warm as summertime
Another love will never touch as deeply
As love that flew on silver wings of time

On pension for the aged she raised a young man
Who learned the love of God and other things
Now, love he knew that twelve times warmed his winter
Has flown away on time's bright silver wings