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!