Add to ORKGThe shadows softly come and go,A-down the abbey aisle,The music rises soft and slow,Where priest and prophet smile.Though \u27neath my hand the organ peals,Me thinks an Angel plays,For thro\u27 the strains an echo steals,A voice of other days.Ah! Only a dream, in the dying day,Only a voice, from the far away,Only a song, that an Angel sings;Within the gate of the King of Kings. The shadows softly come and go,On night fall\u27s silent wing;While to my music soft and low,An Angel seems to sing,The darkness steals across the walls,The song dies with the day,But like a star its echo falls,But like a star its echo falls,A light on heaven\u27s way.But like a star it\u27s echo fallsAh! Only a dream, in the dying day,Only a voice, from the far away...