Way down the darkening dingle,
The cows come slowly home.
(And old-time friends, and twilight plays,
And starry nights and sunny days,
Come trooping up the misty ways,
When the cows come home.)
With klingle, klangle, klingle,
With loo-oo, and moo-oo and jingle,
The cows are coming home;
And over there on Merlin Hill