Evening in Transylvania (Este a skekelyeknel)

In the villabe children singing While the vesper bells are ringing On the hilltop lambkins crying Homeward bound as day is dying How I long to go back to my village home Down the valley o'er the mountain I would roam There is where I left my heart so long ago When I was young, too young I know Evening in the village falling. In the hills the shepherds calling Vesper bells no more resounding Yet there echos keep rebounding Wish I could go home again To the cottage in the glen Underneath the apple tree There is where my lonely heart would ever be