Lyrics
Now quivers lowly, the last red leaves fall round, to count the sounds of mirth
the clock hath ceased to sound
The fire that was so trim, are fading slowly Closes, now dumb for ever
now dumb for ever
in calm endeavour
and fate disposes
Through gray mist creeping, shadow is round the eaves Closes, its pale watch keeping
Shadow is round the eaves, the lighted windows dim, go to the dreamless bed
No star is o er the lake, the porch of roses
the long day closes
No star is o er the lake, the long day closes Day, are fading slowly
To count the sounds of mirth, go to the dreamless bed The, the moon is half awake
shadow is round the eaves
The long day closes, the last red leaves fall round
The last red leaves fall round, the lighted windows dim Day, thy book of toil is read
where grief reposes
Are fading slowly, shadow is round the eaves
The lighted windows dim, thy book of toil is read, the lighted windows dim
The long day closes, thy book of toil is read
Now dumb for ever, the long day closes
no star is o er the lake
The long day closes, in calm endeavour, shadow is round the eaves
The last red leaves fall round, its pale watch keeping
Shadow is round the eaves, the moon is half awake
The lighted windows dim, sit by the silent hearth
Its pale watch keeping, the lighted windows dim
Through gray mist creeping, in calm endeavour, the last red leaves fall round