as i sit near setting sun,
i remember you and me,
how many times we used to come, and sit at this same old hill

as i wonder, at the sinking gold, with heavy heart i think,
that you are gone,
just like the sun,
sinking away from me

how many times, i do not know,
i come to this same spot,
an find myself,
absorbed in thought,
of the beauty that i lost

the golden light, reminds me of you, and reflects all the beauty,
of your sweet face,
and your sweet embrace,
and how your laughter charmed

alas but all good things do fade,
and sink like the setting sun,
but you and me will never fade,
like gold set in stone