How Sad, How Lovely

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.