Yes, you say, one evening’s like another Bronze and listless time the shadows fall Streets full of soft, indifferent slumber That steeps you in the darkness, after all
But the evening is a distant town Where shadows gather in troops of brown The moon returns to her lonely books And sighs for how words fail While the mountain wears a cloud With a purple trail…
Wind tonight that whistles through the tree limbs Vacant sky more vacant on the stream Day departs upon her golden phoenix And night begins to wake us for the dream.
And the evening is a distant town Where shadows gather in troops of brown They hover for another look And dusk lets down its veil While the mountain wears a cloud With a purple trail…
Willow branches bright with silver monkeys Down they dive to try and catch the moon So too, lovers fumble with their longing, And drown within some darker afternoon.
And the evening is a distant town Where shadows gather in troops of brown The moon returns to her lonely books And sighs for how words fail While the mountain wears a cloud With a purple trail…
Still the evening is a distant town Where shadows gather in troops of brown They hover for another look And dusk lets down its veil While the mountain wears a cloud With a purple trail…