The long day done;
Now quiet falls
upon the drowsy country side.
As weary sheep that seek the fold,
my dreams come home at eventide.
Come home at eventide.
The by-gone roads,
the by-gone hopes,
They crowd upon the long past years;
and some there are of laughter made;
and some there are of many tears.
And some of many tears.
The long day done;
but night shall pass
And glorious Dawn
light up the skies;
Then I shall hold your hand once more,
and look again in your dear eyes.
And look again in your dear eyes.
Shall look again in your dear eyes.

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