Full Lyrics
When evening’s twilight shadows fall,
The sun fast sinking in the west,
A peaceful summer night begun,
Each bird asleep within its nest;
Tis then in leafy lanes and bowers,
One hears an old, sweet story told;
And so till time shall cease to be
Will lovers tell that tale of old.
Go where ye will, be where ye may,
Would ye that same sweet story know,
But list ye at the close of day,
And learn how doth the story go.
When winter’s wind doth close the door,
Without, chill darkness covering all,
Within, a flickering fire that makes
Fantastic shadows on the wall,
List then, if ye would learn and hear
That same sweet story as of yore.
The world may change, but love will last
For ever, and for evermore.
Go where ye will, be where ye may,
Would ye that same sweet story know,
But list ye at the close of day,
And learn how doth the story go.
