When The Cows Come Home

When the Cows Come Home
Mrs Agnes E Mitchell
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With klingle, klangie, klingle,
‘Way down the dusky dingle
The cows are coming home;
Now, sweet and clear, and faint and low,
The alry tinkiings come and go
Like chimings from some far oft tower
Or patterings of fan an April April shower
That makes the daisies grow
Ko-ling, ko-lang Ko-ling,
ko-lang, kolingleingle
‘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 jingle, jangle, jingle
Soft tones that sweetly mingle
The cows are coming home;
Malvine, and Pearl, and Fiorimel,
De Kamp, Red Rose, and Gretchen Schell
Queen Fess, and Sylph and Spangled Sue,
Across the fields I hear her lov-00,
And clang her silver bell;
Go-Unggo-lat
Go-ling go-lang goiingleingle
The cows come slowly home;
And mother songs or long gone years
And baby joys, and childish tears
And you youthful hopes and youthful fears,
When the cows come home

With ringle, rangle, ringle
By twos and threes and single,
The cows are coming home:
Through violet air we see the town
And the summer sun a-slipping down,
The maple in the hazel glade
Throws down the path a longer shade,
And the hills are growing brown
To-rleg, to-rang
To-ring, to-rang, to-ringleingle
By threes and fours and single
The cows come lowly home:
The same sweet sound of wordless psalm,
The same sweet June day rest and calm,
The same sweet scent of bud and balm,
When the cows come home

With tinkle, tankle, tinkle
Through fern and periwinkle
The cows are coming home:
A-loitering In the checkered stream
Where the sun rays glance and gleam
Clarence Peachbloom, and Phoebe Phyllis,
Stand knee deep in the creamy lilies
In a drowy dream; To-link to-lank
To-link, to-lank, to-linkleinkle
O’er banks with huttercups a-twinkle,
The cows come slowly home:
And up through memory’s deep ravine,
Comes the brook’s old song and its old time sheen,
And the crescent of the silver queen
When the cows come home

With klingle, klangle, klingle,
With loo-oo and moo-oo and fingle
The cows are coming home:
And over there on Merlin bill
Hear the plaintive ers of the whippoorwill:
The dewdrops lle on the tangled vines,
And over the poplars Venus shines,
And over the silent mill;
Ko-ling, ko-lung
Ko-liug ko-lang, kolinglingle
With ing-a-ling and jingle
The cows come slowly home
Let down the hara, let in the train
Of long gone songs and flowers and rain
For dear old times come back again
When the cows come home