Thee ev'ning bell, thee ev'ning bell,
How many a story you can tell
Of youth, home and that sweet time,
When last I heard your soothing chime.
Those lovely days they past away,
And many a friend I'm sad to say
Where they're now I can not tell
I long to hear thee ev'ning bell
And so it mean when I am gone,
What home been sung will still be gone
When all the people leave your stand
And sing your praise sweet ev'ning bell.
Thee ev'ning bell, thee ev'ning bell,
How many a story you can tell
Of youth, home and that sweet time,
When last I heard your soothing chime.
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