| Evening brings the close of day, |
| Skies of blue begin to grey, |
| Crimson hues are fading in the west. |
| Evening ever brings to me |
| Dreams of days that used to be, |
| Memories of those I love the best. |
| When shadows fall |
| And trees whisper, «Day is ending», |
| My thoughts are ever wending home. |
| When crickets call, |
| My heart is forever yearning |
| Once more to be returning home. |
| When the hills conceal the setting sun, |
| Stars begin a-peeping, one by one. |
| Night covers all, |
| And though fortune may forsake me, |
| Sweet dreams will ever take me home. |
| When the hills conceal the setting sun, |
| Stars begin a-peeping, one by one. |
| Night covers all, |
| And though fortune may forsake me, |
| Sweet dreams will ever take me home. |