The Evening Bell / Sheila ryan

The Evening Bell / Вечерний звон 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.