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!

Writer(s): Dp, John Paine, Blue Foley, Michael Kirkland, Robert Flick<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com