The Evening Bells Were Ringing


The ev’ning bells were ringing,
Fast fell the twilight gloom;
He heard a sweet voice singing
The song of “Home, sweet home.”

“Home, home, sweet, sweet home!”
He header a sweet voice singing
The song of “Home, sweet home.”

His soul could roam no farther,
It was so strangely swayed;
He thought of home, and mother
From whom his heart had strayed.

“Home, home, sweet, sweet home!”
He header a sweet voice singing
The song of “Home, sweet home.”

He raised his eyes to heaven,
And Christ became his guide,
And strength to him was given
To reach his mother’s side.

“Home, home, sweet, sweet home!”
He header a sweet voice singing
The song of “Home, sweet home.”

Today, with hearts o’erflowing
With praise and joy and love,
Together they are going
Towards their home above.

“Home, home, sweet, sweet home!”
Together they are singing
The song of “Home, sweet home.”