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by Peter van Steeden

[F] [F#dim] | [Gm7] [C7] [F]Evening marks the [E7]close of day [Eb]Skies of blue be[D7]gin to grey [Bbm6]Crimson hues are [C7]fading in the [F]West [Db7] [C7] [F]Evening ever [E7]brings to me [Eb]Dreams of days that [D7]used to be [Gm7]Mem'ries of [Bbm6]those I love the [C7]best [F]When shadows [E7]fall and [Gm7]trees whisper day is [C7]ending [Gm7]My thoughts are ever [C7]wending [F]Home[F#dim] [Gm7] [C7] [F]When crickets [E7]call my [Gm7]heart is forever [C7]yearning [Gm7]Once more to be re[C7]turning [F]Home[Bbm6] [F] [F7] [Bbm6]When the hills con[Bbm6(2)]ceal [Bbm6(3)]the setting [F]sun[F7] [Bbm6]Stars begin a [Bbm6(2)]peeping [Bbm6(3)]one by [C]one[C7#5] [F]Night covers [E7]all and, [Gm7]though fortune may for[C7]sake me [Gm7]Sweet dreams will ever [C7]take me [F]Home[Bbm6] [F]