When life's glad day is gone,
And the sun goes down
When we muse all alone
As the sun goes down;
Oh, the heart is not so light,
When the day is taking flight,
And we feel the coming night,
As the sun goes down.

Oh, the flowers fall asleep
When the sun goes down;
And the silence is deep,
When the sun goes down;
But the skies of night grow fine,
And the stars begin to shine,
With a radiance divine,
When the sun goes down.

Oh, the curfew bell's tolled,
When the sun goes down;
And the sheep seek the fold,
When the sun goes down;
And the churchyard tower grey
Calls life's children home from play,
At the closing of the day,
When the sun goes down.

Ere the lark sinks to rest,
When the sun goes down,
In his grass-shaded nest,
When the sun goes down;
While the world begins to dream,
Then his evening carols stream
From the gathering starlight's gleam,
When the sun goes down.

So, remote from the throng,
When the sun goes down,
Life's quiet shades among,
When the sun goes down;
In the twilight's deepening grey,
At the waning of the day,
Let me sing my little lay,
As the sun goes down.