「歌曲」Sidney Bechet Orchestra - When The Sun Sets Down South

When the sun sets down south, and the moon's in the sky,
The folks all gather 'round, with a tear in their eye.
They're thinking of days gone by, when the world was in tune,
And they're humming a soft and low, a Dixieland tune.

The moss hangs low on the old cypress tree,
And the river flows gently, as far as you can see.
There's a banjo strumming, and a trumpet's sweet call,
When the sun sets down south, and the shadows fall.

Memories come drifting, like leaves on the stream,
Of a land full of laughter, and a beautiful dream.
Where the magnolias bloom, and the mockingbirds sing,
When the sun sets down south, and the evening bells ring.

So when the day is over, and the night draws near,
You can hear that old music, soft and clear.
It's a song of the southland, tender and true,
When the sun sets down south, and the sky turns to blue.