Lyric + 

Only Friend, Clear Evening Twilight + 

Only friend, clear evening twilight, + 

Come and talk to me! + 

Cross the hills to share my prison + 

Very secretly. + 

Tell me how the sun in splendour + 

Sets behind the hill; + 

How the Dnieper lasses carry + 

Pitchers down to fill; + 

How the broad-leaved sycamore + 

Flings his branches wide; + 

How the willow kneels to pray + 

By the river-side; + 

How her green boughs kiss the water + 

Trailing, half asleep, + 

And unchristened ghosts of babies + 

Swing from them and weep; + 

How lost souls at lonely cross-roads + 

Cower, wild and dumb, + 

When the owl shrieks from the alder + 

Of the wrath to come; + 

How the magic flowers open + 

At the moonbeam’s touch.⁠ ⁠… + 

But of men, what would you tell me⁠— + 

Me, who know so much? + 

Far too much! And you know nothing; + 

Why, you understand + 

Nothing of what men are doing + 

Now, in my dear land. + 

But I know, and I will tell you, + 

Tell you, without end.⁠ ⁠… + 

When you speak with God tomorrow, + 

Look you tell Him, friend. + 