[Through Composed]
The glow is in the West,
The birds have gone to rest,
The hour I love the best is here,

Where fancy takes its wing,
When bells of evening ring,
And mem'ry seems to bring you nearer;

And here beside the stream,
Within the summer gleam,
My one and only dream comes true,

The world is fair and fine,
And all I want is mine,
A little birch canoe and you.

Dreaming dear,
At the close of day I'm dreaming,
Dreaming here Where I once stood with you;

Dreaming dear,
And the world with joy is teeming,
While I'm dreaming, Here by my birch canoe.

The glow is in the West,
The birds have gone to rest,
The hour I love the best is here,

When fancy takes its wing,
When bells of evening ring,
And mem'ry seems to bring you nearer;

And here beside the stream,
Within the sunset gleam.
My one and only dream comes true,

This world is fair and fine,
And all I want is mine,
A little birch canoe and you.