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.