Bird songs at eventide

Over the quiet hills

Slowly the shadows fall;

Far down the echoing vale

Birds softly call;

Slowly the golden sun

Sinks in the dreaming West;

Bird songs at eventide

Call me to rest.

Love, though the hours of day

Sadness of heart may bring,

When twilight comes again

Sorrows take wing;

For when the dusk of dreams

Comes with the falling dew,

Bird songs at eventide

Call me to you.