AT THE SETTING OF THE SUN
Copyright, 1896, by Spaulding & Gray.
Words and Music by Matthews and Bulger.
You know the story, it's oft been told, the same old way;
Good tales repeated do not grow old, so wise men say.
John was a rustic, in love with May, the village belle;
Not wisely, folks say, did this rustic love May, but, alas! too we
Oft at sunrise life looks bright, oft it changes ere the night:
Some hearts are breaking, while others are light, at the setting of the sun.
Bright was the morning; John greets with smile the same old lane,
Dreaming of May at the same old stile, he waits in vain.
" Farewell, dear John," so the letter read, "I've left for town;
Forgive me," it said-John with grief bows his head, as the sun goes down. -
Seeing her folly, although a year had since passed by,
Seeking forgiveness, she wane in fear for John's reply.
"You are forgiven, dear May," he said-no cross, no crown.
That eve be was wed to another instead, as the sun went down.- Chorus.