The light grows dim

as evening falls,

and off in the distance

a whippoorwill calls.

The sun is setting

in the shadow of the west,

and the daytime people

are settling down to rest.

The sounds of silence

are setting in,

and the creatures of the night

are stirring again.

I hear a hoot-owl

out in the night,

and the pleas of a field mouse

overcome with fright.

I hear a mourning dove

as it sings its sad theme,

and life is as peaceful

as if in a dream.

As I lay me down to rest

in the calm of the night,

a beautiful face

moves into my sight.

With eyes of baby-blue

and the love light shining bright,

it's your face I see honey

and you're with me tonight.

COVE

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