OLD LAMP LIGHTER 1946 |
HE MADE THE NIGHT A LITTLE BRIGHTER
WHEREVER HE WOULD GO,
THE OLD LAMPLIGHTER
OF LONG, LONG AGO.
HIS SNOWY HAIR WAS SO MUCH WHITER
BENEATH THE CANDLE GLOW,
THE OLD LAMPLIGHTER
OF LONG, LONG AGO.
YOU’D HEAR THE PATTER OF HIS FEET
AS HE CAME
TODDLING DOWN THE STREET.
HIS SMILE WOULD HIDE
A LONELY HEART, YOU SEE.
IF THERE WERE SWEETHEARTS
IN THE PARK
HE’D PASS A LAMP AND LEAVE IT DARK,
REMEMBERING THE DAYS THAT USED TO BE.
FOR HE RECALLS
WHEN DREAMS WERE NEW,
HE LOVED SOMEONE WHO LOVED HIM TOO,
WHO WALKS ALONE WITH HIM IN MEMORY.
HE MADE THE NIGHT A LITTLE BRIGHTER,
WHEREVER HE WOULD GO.
THE OLD LAMPLIGHTER
OF LONG, LONG AGO.
