Softly o'er the Western mountains sinks the setting sun;Scarlet tints the azure sky - the toil of day is done.Gently fall the dewdrops on the heads of sleepy flowers;Evening casts her magic over these exquisite hours.Through the weeping willows sighs a soft and fragrant breezeA sense descends from Heaven, of serenity and peace,And nestled in the valley 'neath the shadow of the pinesStands a charming little village filled with cottages and vines.In each and every cottage glows a cozy little lightAnd, if you listen closely in that little town tonight,A joyous cry is rising o'er the village chimney-stacks:"Jack the Nuisance is in prison! We can finally all relax!"