The Evening Bell(Àú³á Á¾) / Sheila Ryan
The Evening Bell (Àú³áÁ¾) / Sheila Ryan
Those evning bells those evning bells,
How many a tale their music tells
Of youth and home and that sweet time,
When last I heard their soothing chime.
Those joyous hours are past away,
And many a heart that then was gay
Within the tomb now darkly dwells
And hears no more these evning bells.
And so 'twill be when I am gone,
That tunefull peal will still ring on
While other bards will walk these dells
And sing your praise sweet evning bells
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