At the end of the evening

At the end of the evening, as the sun is going down

And all the wee song birds are making their last sounds

It's then I'm thinking of you; I close my eyes and see

I long for the moment, when you'll return "a chroi" (*)

We'll go and watch the waters, and bathe in its bright charms

As the shiny waves of blue and silver roll, I run into your arms

We'll talk all that small town talk, and secrets of the heart

With the twilight all the colours fade and we melt into the dark

I'm thinking of you darlin' in the mornin', noon and night

But especially in the evening when nature seems so bright

Yes, it's then I'm thinking of you in the quiet of my heart

I hold you there a moment as though we'd never part

© Nightnoise

(*) "A chroí" (pronounced acree) is a term of endearment and literally means "my heart", in Irish.