In The Darkest Hour

John Reischman and Trisha Gagnon

On a lonesome night, I hear an old love song
And I think of you, and it seems so wrong
To spend my life, alone and blue
Without the one, I love so true

In the darkest hour
When the night bird cries
I think of you and wonder why
My one true love, has gone away
I'll love you 'til my dying day

Soon the spring will heed summer's call
Then golden leaves begin to fall
Now a winter's chill, is in my heart
Since the day, my love did part


I can hear the tempest sound
But you lay still beneath the ground
Sweet peace 'til we meet again
My one true love, my dearest friend


© 2007