Fast fading is the evening glow

Fast fading is the evening glow,

Far distant echoes ringing;

Methinks it is the voice of death,

Who me to sleep is singing.

O sing thou on

Good comrade thou!

To me sweet rest thou'rt bringing.

A soft cool bed the green grass gives,

The cypress trees rustle and quiver,

And all of life, and all of love,

I shall forget forever.

No fame, no joy

I leave behind

From pain I now may sever.

So fare thee well, thou sorry world,

With all thy gay deceiving!

What thee may please, what thee delight,

How gladly I am leaving!

Now beckons the night

To me so mild;

Now leave me to peaceful dreaming.