Come Sun Down - Sammy Davis, Jr.

I heard the front door closing softly

As I wakened from my sleep;

With the soft touch of her lips, Lord

Like a whisper on my cheek;

And I cursed the sun for risin'

'cause the worst, Lord, was yet to come;

'Cause this morning, she’s just leavin'

But, come sundown, she’ll be gone

See the lipstick on the pillow

That I placed beneath her head;

And the soft sheets still feel warm, Lord

Where she lay upon my bed;

And it hurts to know it’s over

For the hurt, Lord, has just begun

'Cause this morning, she’s just leavin'

But, come sundown, she’ll be gone