| F | C/G | |
| The evening sun is sinking,moving h | omeward |
| Dm | A | |
| As darkened s | hadows claim the fight they w | on |
| F | C/G | |
| With upturned | eyes closed from the light of d | arkness |
| Dm | A7 | Dm | |
| And two crossed h | ands that r | aised another's | son |
| Verse 2: |
| F | C/G | |
| Gone,oh g | one the one who really l | oved me |
| Dm | A | |
| For what i | was not what i ought to b | e |
| F | C/G | |
| Who never qu | estioned falling leaves in | autumn |
| Dm | A7 | Dm | |
| Nor silver n | ests built | on a dying tr | ee |
| Verse 3: |
| F | C/G | |
| In gingham g | own she warmed me from the c | oldness |
| Dm | A | |
| The winter n | ights seemed warm as summert | ime |
| F | C/G | |
| Another l | ove will never touch as d | eeply |
| Dm | A7 | Dm | |
| As love that f | lew on s | ilver wings of t | ime |
| Verse 4: |
| F | C/G | |
| On pension f | or the aged she raised a y | oung man |
| Dm | A | |
| Who learned the l | ove of God and other th | ings |
| F | C/G | |
| Now,love he kn | ew that twelve times warmed his w | inter |
| Dm | A7 | Dm | |
| Has flown aw | ay on t | ime's bright silver | wings |
| Perret Charles-Amir : perret@math.univ-mlv.fr |
| http://soleil.univ-mlv.fr/~perret/country.html |