In the quiet of the evening,|
When the busy day is through.
I thank the Lord for all my blessings,
And for the memory of you.
I rock too and fro in the porch swing.
A singer on the radio begins to croon.
And high atop the maple tree
Is just a slice of the moon.
It's then I light a candle.
In the breeze the flame flickers bright.
Soon it's surrounded by a million moths,
Dancing in the candlelight.
We used to sit here in the evening,
And watch the flashing fireflies.
The night was all aglow back then
With the love light in your eyes.
The candlelight is burning low now.
Cool night air chills me to the bone.
I'm so glad to have these memories.
With them I don't feel so all alone.
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