by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)

The voices that are gone
Language: English 
When the twilight shades fall o'er me 
And the evening star appears 
Memory brings the past before me 
Joys and sorrows, smiles and tears. 

Then again bright eyes are gleaming 
With the love once them shone 
Then like music heard when dreaming 
Come the voices that are gone 

Chorus: 
Once again bright eyes are gleaming 
With the light that in them shone 
Then like music heard when dreaming 
Come the voices that are gone. 

Sweet as wood dove's note when calling 
To her mate as night draws on, 
Soft as snow flake lightly falling 
Come the voices that are gone. 

Voices heard in days of childhood 
Softly at the hour of prayer, 
Or loud ringing through the wildwood 
When the young heard knew no care. 

Chorus: 
Once again bright eyes are gleaming 
With the light that in them shone 
Then like music heard when dreaming 
Come the voices that are gone. 

So when life's bright sun is setting 
And its day is well nigh done, 
May there be no vain regretting 
Over memories I would shun; 

But when death is o'er, to meet me 
May some much-lov'd forms come on, 
And the first sounds that shall greet me 
Be the voices that were gone!

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Researcher for this text: Laura Prichard [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2015-12-25
Line count: 34
Word count: 204