Ev'ning marks the close of day, skies of blue begin to grey,
Crimson hues are fading in the West;
Ev - 'ning ever brings to me dreams of days that used to be,
Memories of those I love the best.
When shadows fall
And trees whis-per day is end - ing,
My thoughts are ever wending Home;
When crickets call
My heart is ever yearning,
Once more to be returning Home.
When the hills conceal the seting sun,
Stars begin apeeping one by one.
Night covers all
And, though fortune may forsake me,
Sweet dreams will ever take me Home.