The Evening Bell (저녁 종소리) / Sheila Ryan Evening bells, evening bells, How many a stroy you've got to tell Of youth and home and that sweet time, When last I heard your soothing chime Those lovely days they are past away, And many a heart that then was gay Within the tomb now darkly dwells And no more to hear ev'ning bells. And so it will be when I am gone, That tunefull sound will still ring on ..
