As the gloaming shadows creep

As the gloaming shadows creep

Through the forest deep

Fra Nightingale sings sweet

Sings sweet through the forest deep

As through the trees the moonbeams sweep,

Lo! a maid with eager feet

Seeks in vain her love to greet.

Ah sweet, why moan, why moan and weep?

For aye the gloaming shadows creep

And hearts will cease to beat

Still Fra Nightingale sings sweet,

Sings sweet when love is deep.