The Voices That Are Gone |
Stephen C. Foster, 1864
When the twilight shades fall oer me, And the evning star appears, Memry brings the past before me, Joys and sorrows, smiles and tears; Then again bright eyes are gleaming With the love once in them shone, Then like music heard when dreaming, Come the voices that are gone. Chorus: Once again bright eyes are gleaming With the light that in them shone, Then like music heard when dreaming, Come the voices that are gone. | 2. Sweet as wood doves note when calling To her mate as night draws on, Soft as snow flake lightly falling Come the voices that are gone. Voices heard in days of childhood Softly at the hour of prayer, Or loud ringing through the wildwood When the young heart knew no care. Chorus:
3. So when lifes bright sun is setting |