Evening bells evening bells,
How many a story youve got to tell
Of youth and home and that sweet time,
When last I heard your soothing chime.

Those lovely days they are past away,
And many a heart that then was gay
Within the tomb now darkly dwells
And no more to hears evening bells.

And so it will be when I am gone,
That tunefull sound will still ring on
While other bards will walk these dells
And sing your praise sweet evening bells.

Evening bells evening bells,
How many a story youve got to tell
Of youth and home and that sweet time,
When last I heard your soothing chime.