Evening shadows make me blue when each weary day is through. How I long to be with you my happiness. Everyday I reminisce dreaming of your tender kiss.
Tell me where I'm supposed to begin. An unhappy life working some kind of dead end job. For everything you thought you had. Has gone from worse to bad.
I see your shadow on the street now. I hear you push through the rusty gate. Click of your heels on the concrete. Waiting for a knock coming way too late.
(My happiness). Evening shadows make me blue when each weary day is through. How I long to be with you my happiness. Everyday I reminisce dreaming of your tender kiss.
Written by B. Peterson and B. Bergantine. Recorded by Hank Snow. . Evening shadows make me blue. When each weary day is through. How I long to be with you, my happiness.