When the evening starts to darken
And the Moon begins to rise
With it golden huge a rippling
Across the cloudless skies
It's then I enjoy sitting
on the old veranda here
As I listen to the night sounds
That echo far and near
I hear a barking dog somewhere;
An owl calls from a tree
On yonder hill a whippoorwill
Sings so melodiously
Down back amidst the darkened woods
on banks of country ponds
I hear a bullfrog chanting
his loud bass fiddle song
When summer evening darkens
And the golden moon appears
When the daytime sounds are silenced
On our old farm house veranda
Where the roses sweet abound
It is then i paused and listen
to the nighttime country sounds.
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