- It's
Eventide!
-
- The sun is
slowly gliding down
- The west side
of the world
- And softly
over to the East,
- The darkness
has unfurled
-
- The robins
roost in the willows
- Gently
swaying in the breeze
- The old owl
hoots from a lonely branch
- In a grove of
budding trees.
-
- It's
eventide!
-
- And soon the
moon will shine o'er all
- As the colors
turn to gray
- The sparkling
stars will glitter high
- Until the
dawn brings forth the day
-
- The Earth
will be o'er watched tonight
- By the old
man in the moon
- He peeks
through the trees
- At all he
sees
- As he
whispers Claire de Lune
