Behold of the splendid ev’nin’
At the closin’ of the day;
The sun is a-slowly leavin’
And a-fadin’ soft away.
The mell’wing night is a-fallin’
So deep on the sleepy throng;
The birds are a-gently callin’ –
A-singin’ their sweet, sweet song.
All heads now are fast asleepin’
The land of dreams to abide;
All of their secrets a-keepin’
As within their beds they hide.
So until the bright new mornin’
In slumber all shall repose;
While awaitin’ for the dawnin’
When the daylight softly glows.
With all of the sunbeams dancin’
A-castin’ upon the trees;
And all of the birds a-prancin’
High a-flyin’ in the breeze.
So everyone then awake’nin’
Set to greet the comin’ day;
Of their secrets still a-keepin’
And a-hidin’ come what may.
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