by Robin Williamson



When evening shadow fall 

All tongues at last will tire of bustling trade

The brightest eye at last grows dull

And the finest flowers fade



Chorus:

Life is short o life is sweet

Sweeter is the love you gave to me

Sure by cold death we two must parted be

But life is sweet



When evening shadows fall

Gaze long upon the lamps that light the sky

And sing again that oldest song of all

Poor mortals born to die