Over the hills, when the daylight dies,1
And the mist comes up from the sea,2
When the red light fades in the western skies,3
My heart goes forth to thee.4
Shadows flit o’er the twilight bay,5
As the sobbing tide goes out ;6
And sorrow comes, with the close of day,7
But never a shade of doubt.8
Come back soon, or come back late,9
Come back never at all ;10
Yet the love in my heart will always wait,11
To answer at thy call.12