Texty: Eddy Arnold. Other. At Sunset.

It's that time of day again when dreams drift my way again
My thoughts start to stray again at sunset
Your mem'ry is crystal clear and visions of yesteryear
Are sprinkled with silver tears at sunset
This is the moment that I miss you most of all
At the end of the day just before the shadows fall
Moon skies unfold a purple horizon with colors of crimson and gold
Such beauty still takes my breath but I feel an emptiness
Cause I see your silhouette at sunset
It's that time of day again when dreams drift my way again
My thoughts start to stray again at sunset