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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
Oh, when crickets call my heart is forever yearning
Once more to be returning home

When the hills conceal the setting sun
Stars begin a-peeping one by one
Oh, night covers all and though fortune may forsake me
Sweet dreams will ever take me home

Yes, when shadows fall and the trees whisper the days ending
My thoughts are ever wending home
Yes, when crickets call my heart's beating is always yearning
Oh, baby, returning home
When the hills conceal the setting sun
Stars begin to peeping one by one
Yes, night covers all and though fortune may forsake me
Oh, sweet dreams will ever take me home