In de ebening by de moonlight when dis darkies work was over,
We would gather round de fire, ’till hoecake it was done.
Den we all would eat our supper, after dat we’d clear de kitchen,
Dat’s only time we had to spare, to hab a little fun,
Uncle Gabe would take de fiddle down, dat hung upon de wall,
While de silv’ry moon was shining clear and bright,
How de old folks would enjoy it, they would sit all night and listen,
As we sang in de ebe’ning by de moonlight.
In de ebening by de moonlight, you could hear us darkies singing,
In de ebening by de moonlight you could hear de banjo ringing.
How de old folks would enjoy it,
They would sit all night and listen,
As we sang in de ebening by de moonlight.
In de ebening by de moonlight when de watchdog would be sleeping,
In de corner near de fireplace, beside de ole armchair,
What Aunt Chloe used to sit and tell de Piccaninnies stories,
And de cabin would be fill’d wid merry coons from near and far,
All dem happy times we used to hab, will ne’er return again,
Eb’ry thing was den so merry gay and bright,
And I nebber will forget it, when our daily toll was ober,
How we sang in de ebe’ning by de moonlight.