Arthur Sullivan - Evening - текст песни (слова)

Peace breathes along the shades
 Of ev'ry hill,
 The tree tops of the glades
 Are hush'd and still;
 All woodland murmurs cease;
 The birds to rest within the break are gone.
 
 Be patient weary heart, 
 Anon thou too shalt be at peace,
 Thou, too, shalt be at peace.