Answer:
The river sleeps beneath the sky. And holds the shadows to its breast; The crescent moon shines dim on high; And lately in the radiant west. The gold is fading into gray. Fading into gray.Fading into gray. The gold is fading; into gray. Now stills the lark his festive lay, And mourns with me the dying day. While in the south the first faint star. Lifts to the night its silver face, And twinkles to the moon a far Across the heaven's graying space, the heaven's graying space---
The river sleeps beneath the sky, And holds a shadow to its breast; The crescent moon shine dim on high And lately in the radiant west. The gold is fading into gray. Fading into gray. Fading into gray. The gold is fading; into gray. Low murmurs reach me from the town. Day puts on her sombre crown. And shakes her mantle darkly down. Sunset The river sunset beneath the sky sunset oh it is sunset oh sun set, sun set, sun set, sun set. whisper: Sunset!