Curfew's Good-night Peal - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
CURFEW'S GOOD-NIGHT PEAL. Copyright, 1890, by Chas. W. Held. Words by Wm. D. Hall. Music by Fred Silva. 
When my truant fancy strays to my childhood's happy days, I can see the things with which I used to play; All my toy-sheep in their pen, and my little soldier-men Watching o'er them that they cannot go astray. Each night my spelling blocks were secreted in a box, And their hiding-place to none would I reveal; Then into my crib I'd creep, but ne'er would I go to sleep Till I heard the sounds of Curfew's good-night peal. 
Chorus. It was my sole delight to hear those strains each night, Ringing from the chapel's belfry high; My mind cannot embrace other thoughts to take the place Of that old familiar wordless lullaby. 
Those fond toys still faithful stand, waiting for a little hand To release them from a coat of aged dust, All those sheep within that pen still obey those soldier-men; But, alas! from age they now are red with rust. I used to watch and wait till the sunshine would abate, Knowing that the day o'er western hills would steal; Then I'd close my drowsy eyes to my mother's lullabies, And those precious sounds of Curfew's good-night peal.-Chorus 
In a shadowy design, I can see those things divine, As I muse at times in silence most profound; And as dying rays of light disappear into the night, How I long to hear that old familiar sound. I think of pleasant dreams, of rare and gorgeous themes, And of kisses which each night my lips did seal; Also of that voice so grand which sang me to slumber land, 'Midst the merry sounds of Curfew's good-night peal.-Chorus.