Gray shadows are stealing far out in the west
We've sung all the old songs our hearts love the best
The birds are a-winging their flight to the nest,
While dreaming, dreaming, dreaming the days gone to rest.

Oh glory of sun set, the echo of song,
Shall live in our hearts the dim years along,
And now in the shadows, in the sweet stilly light
We whisper, "Dear Holyoke, dear Holyoke, good night".