When shadows fall and trees whisper days ending
My thoughts forever 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 to peeping one by one
night covers all and though fortune may forsake me
sweet dreams will ever take me home
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 are those I love the best
When shadows fall and trees whisper days ending
My thoughts forever 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 to peeping one by one
night covers all and though fortune may forsake me
sweet dreams will ever take me home