Frank Sinatra

In the hush of evening, as shadows steal across my lonely room
I think of you, I think of you
From afar the music of violins come softly through the gloom
All I can do is think of you
O I can see you standing there before me,
And I can hear you whisper you adore me
So when dusk is falling, I live again the loveliness we knew
I think of you, I think of you