Every night, when the sun goes down
 every night, when the sun goes down
 every night, when the sun goes down
 hang my head, and mournful cry:
 You're gone!
 You're gone!
 My own true love, you're gone!
 
 Our love was new on that yesterday;
 Our love was true on that yesterday;
 The love we knew on that yesterday
 has grown cold; you're gone away.
 
 Now I'm alone in this empty town;
 I'm so alone in this dreary town,
 and I call for my own true love,
 every night, when the sun goes down:
 You're gone!
 You're gone!
 My own true love, you're gone!
 My own true love, you're gone!