Behold Of The Splendid Ev'Nin'

Behold of the splendid ev’nin’ At the closin’ of the day; The sun is a-slowly leavin’ And a-fadin’ soft away. The mell’wing night is a-fallin’ So deep on the sleepy throng; The birds are a-gently callin’ - A-singin’ their sweet, sweet song. All heads now are fast asleepin’ The land of dreams to abide; All of their secrets a-keepin’ As within their beds they hide. So until the bright new mornin’ In slumber all shall repose; While awaitin’ for the dawnin’ When the daylight softly glows. With all of the sunbeams dancin’ A-castin’ upon the trees; And all of the birds a-prancin’ High a-flyin’ in the breeze. So everyone then awake’nin’ Set to greet the comin’ day; Of their secrets still a-keepin’ And a-hidin’ come what may.