Eleanor McEvoy
Eleanor McEvoy
Eleanor McEvoy
Eleanor McEvoy
Eleanor McEvoy
Eleanor McEvoy
Eleanor McEvoy
Eleanor McEvoy
Eleanor McEvoy
Eleanor McEvoy
Eleanor McEvoy
Eleanor McEvoy
Eleanor McEvoy
Eleanor McEvoy
Oft, in the stilly night
Ere slumber's chain has bound me
Fond memory brings the light
Of other days around me;
The smiles, the tears
The childhood years
The words of love then spoken;
The eyes that shone
Now dimm'd and gone
The cheerful hearts now broken!
Thus, in the stilly night
Ere slumber's chain hath bound me
Sad memory brings the light
Of other days around me
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
When I remember all
The friends, so link'd together
That I've seen around me fall
Like leaves in wintry weather;
I feel like one
Who treads alone
Some banquet-hall deserted
Whose lights have fled
Whose garlands dead
And all but she departed!
Thus, in the stilly night
Ere slumber's chains have bound me
Sad memory brings the light
Of other days around me
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Thus, in the stilly night
Ere slumber's chain hath bound me
Fond memory brings the light
Of other days around me
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oft in the Stilly Night was written by Eleanor McEvoy & Thomas Moore.