Those evening bells! Those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells, Of youth, and home, and those sweet time, When last I heard their soothing chime.
Those joyous hours are passed away; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells.
And so’t will be when I am gone; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells.