(Ebmaj9)Eve ning marks the (Am7)close of (D7)day,

skies of blue be (Gm7)gin to (C7)gray,

crim son hues are (Ab)fad ing (Fb9)in the (Ebmaj7)west.

Eve ning ev er (C)brings to (D9)me

dreams of days that (Bb)used to be,

mem o ries of (Fm7)those I (Fb9)love the (Eb)best.

When shad ows fall

and (Fm7)trees

whis per, “Day is (Bb13)end

(Bb9)ing,”

my thoughts are ev er (Bb13)wend

(Bb)ing

(Ebmaj7)home.

When crick ets call,

my (Fm7)heart

is for ev er (Bb13)yearn

(Bb9)ing

once more to be re (Bb13)wend

(Bb)ing

(Ebmaj7)home.

(Bb13)turn

(Bb9)ing

home.

When the hills

con ceal

the set ting sun,

stars be gin

a peep ing

one by

one.

Night cov ers all,

and though

for tune may for (Abmaj7)sake me,

sweet dreams, will ev er (Abmaj7)take

(Bb9)me

home.

(Db)take

(Cb)me

home.