Evening

Well it’s evening come again
To lead night by the hand
Nowhere birds are calling
Slow air waves are stalling
And it’s evening come again
Behind the hills glowing brown
The sun drinks another round
The first bats turn
Black against the sky’s burn
And it’s evening come again
The depths your eyes made
Among the trees slowly fade
And the sky flows
Close to paint them black clothes
And it’s evening come again
Lightning echoes the sky
Paints your face where you lie
And your careless hair
Returns its bright stare
And it’s evening come again
And it’s evening come again
To lead night by the hand
Nowhere birds are calling
Slow air waves are stalling
And it’s evening come again
Let your hand draw the blind
Tell your last what to find
Then settle down again
Locked here in night’s chain
Because it’s evening come again