Lyrics by E.A.Robinson (1869-1935) Dark hills at evening in the west Where sunset hovers like a sound Of golden horns that song to rest Old bones of warriors underground. Far now from all the bannered ways Where flash the legions of the moon You fade - as it the last of days Where fading, and all wars were done.
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