Night is coming on This day runs out Under these clouds, under these stars Past the cold that hung on the fields I’m turning slow toward the road back home Past the gate where the ivy climbs And the lane runs pale through the grass I can’t tell where it bends Or where it leads But we’ve come a long way Past the mill, past the hedge Past the smoke from the rooftops thin in the air Now it’s time For me to bid you go I’ve seen you take the hard road Carry more than most could ever hold Still, you kept on Steady and stubborn For the ones who walked beside you For the apple bins, the old stone wall For the lamps left on in the windows Night is coming on This day runs out|end_edit|
