The sunsets fall and the sunsets fade, br But still I walk this shadowy land; br And grapple the dark and only the dark br In my search for a loving hand. br br For it's here a still, deep woodland lies, br With spurs of pine and sheaves of fern; br But I wander wild, and wail like a child br For a face that will never return! br br And it's here a mighty water flows, br With drifts of wind and wimpled waves; br But the darling head of a dear one dead br Is hidden beneath its caves.