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.