for when the dusk of dreams comes with the falling dew -- Royden Barrie 1926

Speranza 1926 over the quiet hills slowly the shadows fall far down the echoing vale birds softly call; slowly the golden sun sinks in the dreaming west; bird songs at eventide call me to rest. love, though the hours of day sadness of heart may bring, when twilight comes again sorrows take wing; for when the dusk of dreams comes with the falling dew, bird songs at eventide call me to you. Royden Barrie – Eric Coates.