[Verse 1] The past has wilted, the present too, I filled their hands, then emptied them through, Now I turn the page where the wild winds blow, And fold up tomorrow where no one can know. Listener up there, with your face in the light, What have you to tell me before comes the night? Look in my eyes as the evening slips by, Speak plain, speak honest beneath this wide sky. [Chorus] No one is listening, I’ll linger a while, The dusk is a road with a slow, fading mile, The shadows lean westward, the old day is done, And every last ember remembers the sun. (remember the sun) (remember the sun) [Verse 2] Do I contradict myself? Well, let it be, There are many old rivers that run through me, I am one and I am many beneath the same sky, A house full of voices that never quite die. I gather the near ones, the hearts at my door, I wait on the doorstep as I’ve waited before, The floorboards remember each footstep and name, And the wind through the rafters still sings them the same. [Chorus] No one is listening, I’ll linger a while, The dusk is a road with a slow, fading mile, The shadows lean westward, the old day is done, And every last ember remembers the sun. (remember the sun) (remember the sun) [Bridge] Who has done his day’s work? Who’s ready to rest? Who carries the warmth of the evening in their chest? Who has finished supper, who’s still in the room? Who’ll walk down the road with me into the gloom? Come walk with me softly, the hour is thin, The fields are all silver, the dark coming in, I’ve filled what was empty, I’ve emptied what’s full, And tomorrow keeps calling like a far-off pull. [Final Chorus] Will you speak before I am gone from your sight? Will you call my name in the gathering night? Or will you find, when the last light is late, That you waited too long at the old garden gate? The past has wilted, the present too, I filled their hands, then emptied them through, Now I turn the page where the wild winds blow, And fold up tomorrow where no one can know. (remember the sun) (remember the sun)
