Have you ever watched the sun go down,
Behind the distant hills,
Darkening with trees around
And silhouetting the mills?
The sky is setting with a crimson glow,
The clouds, of golden hue,
Casting shadows high and low
Before the fall of nightly dew.
The hush as the evening falls
To a troubled. heart gives peace
Amid the trees a bird calls;
Darkness approaches, noise doth cease.
The fiery ball sinks below
The darkening forests beyond;
Homely lights begin to glow
This is the hour of which I am fond.