Swansong

The Shadows rise, the Sun hath set The Stars burn pale and cold The Evening mist hangs damp and wet And I am growing old Beneath the Autumn Moon I spy The leaves of burnished gold That mould'ring on the ground do lie And I am growing old Here in the fading light I see Time's hoary tale unfold For Death will soon be here for me And I am growing old The Autumn Wind blows damp and wet And chills the fingers round my heart I die with only one regret My Love and I must part I fear the Night, so cold and wet I fear the chill the Grave doth hold Then hold me tight and tighter yet For I am growing old