Full Lyrics
Behold the sun in gold descending,
Blushes o’er the landscape red,
And all the hues of evening blending,
Sinks into his western bed.
The dying day, the waning light,
Bid us whisper soft “Goodnight.”
The shadows lengthen long and slow,
A ruddy sheen glows in the brook;
The weary oxen plaintive low,
And long to quit the pressing yoke,
The dying day, the waning light
Bid us whisper soft “Goodnight.”
The birds have done their evening song,
One by one their voices cease;
All nature to its rest has gone,
And all is silence, all is peace,
The dying day, the waning light,
Bid us whisper soft “Goodnight.”
