Now that the light is fading
Silver and purple at twilight
Scenes of the day remain with us
Bright as the fire is burning bright

Blue as the sky above the lake
And blue the water flowing
White birch drooping on the shore
Her leaves of emerald glowing

The night is robed in spangled black
And soon we shall be sleeping
Beyond the moon that rides on high
The radiant dawn is creeping, creeping

Down through the leaves, the sunlight
Came in shafts of gold
Now by the dying embers
We watch the day grow old