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Evening marks the close of day
Skies of blue begin to grey
Crimson hues are fading in the west
Evening ever brings, to me,
Dreams of days that used to be:
Memories of those I loved the best.

Chorus

When shadows fall,
And trees whisper day is ending,
My tho'ts are ever wending
Home
When crickets call,
My heart is forever yearning,
Once more to be returning
Home
When the hills conceal the setting sun
Stars begin a-peeping one by one
Night covers all,
And tho' fortune may forsake me,
Sweet dreams will ever take me
Home


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