After all the toils and labours of the day,
Nightfall comes to retire the labourers,
Through the window we see the glowing moon,
rising from the horizon,
And the sun descending down the horizon.
The labourer lights a candle,
in anticipation of the coming darkness,
Oh if the Lord had not made nightfall,
When shall the labourers rest,
Rest and sleep labourer,
Energy and enthusiasm returns next morning,
Thank the Lord before you retire.