When evening falls and I'm all alone,
I lay my head upon the pillow and think of you, My Dear,
And of yesterdsays gone by.
I try to hold back the tears,
Yet can't stop them from falling.
The thought of you flutters by as evening falls,
But you, My Dear, will never lay beside me,
And the tears always fall.
Now when I lay my head on the pillow,
I try to think of someone who is fresh and new.
Although she takes your place,
The thought of you still lingers,
And tears keep falling on my pillow.