Work, For The Night Is Coming

Work, for the night is com-ing,
Work, thro’ the morning hours;
Work, while the dew is spark-ling,
Work, ’mid spring-ing flow’rs;

Work, for the night is com-ing,
When man’s work is done.
Work, when the day grows bright-er,
Work in the glow-ing sun.

Work, for the night is com-ing,
Work, thro’ the sunny noon;
Fill bright-est hours with la-bor;
Rest comes sure and soon.

Work, for the night is com-ing,
When man works no more.
Give ev-’ry flying min-ute,
Some-thing to keep in store;

Work, for the night is com-ing,
Un-der the sun-set skies;
While their bright tints are glow-ing.
Work, for the day-light flies,

Work, for the night is dark’ning,
When man’s work is o’er.
Work, till the last beam fad-eth,
Fad-eth to shine no more.