Those evening bells, those evening bells
How many tales their music tells
Of youth and home, and that sweet time
When last I heard those soothing chimes.
Those joyous hours are passed away,
And many a heart that then was gay
Within the tomb now darkly dwell,
And hear no more those evening bells.
And so ’twill be when I am gone,
Their tuneful peal will still ring on;
While yet our bards shall walk these dells,
And sing thy praise sweet evening bells.