When day is gone and evening shadows reign.
The darkness falls on every tree and vine.
Then those who love their hearth and home are keen
To hurry back to those, for whom they pine.
The jungle is no more and mountain gone,
All swallowed by the darkness, in its flight.
And in the mountain dwellings one by one,
One can easily see the lamps alight
The shows pussy footingly advance
And melancholy takes over the heart.
And, in the evening breeze, when leaves dance
Their rustling makes us jump up with a start.
So, as the day expires and evening comes,
The lovers rush and hurry to their homes,