The voices that are gone

When the twilight shades fall o'er me

And the evening star appears

Memory brings the past before me

Joys and sorrows, smiles and tears.

Then again bright eyes are gleaming

With the love once them shone

Then like music heard when dreaming

Come the voices that are gone

Chorus:

Once again bright eyes are gleaming

With the light that in them shone

Then like music heard when dreaming

Come the voices that are gone.

Sweet as wood dove's note when calling

To her mate as night draws on,

Soft as snow flake lightly falling

Come the voices that are gone.

Voices heard in days of childhood

Softly at the hour of prayer,

Or loud ringing through the wildwood

When the young heard knew no care.

Chorus:

Once again bright eyes are gleaming

With the light that in them shone

Then like music heard when dreaming

Come the voices that are gone.

So when life's bright sun is setting

And its day is well nigh done,

May there be no vain regretting

Over memories I would shun;

But when death is o'er, to meet me

May some much-lov'd forms come on,

And the first sounds that shall greet me

Be the voices that were gone!