Spectral Dusk

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Evening Hymns


You would sit by yourself at the end of the day.
Watching spectral dusk settle in on Mazinaw Lake.
And the water turns to glass.
And the moon hangs on the bay.
And the smoke from your pipe's drifting up and away.

There's a hole in the fence where the property ends.
And I'd like to think that you're living up there.
In that place on the bend, where the river flows slow.
And your strength it comes back to you when you're breathing in the air.

Oh, please come back to me.
I need you if I'm to be a man.
Oh, I'm not doing that well.
That is just what I tell my friends.

You would sit all day long because you could not stand.
The thought of going out like that.
You had a depth in your eyes that I won't understand.
Till death's at my door, and I'm a family man.

Oh, please come back to me.
I need you if I'm to be a man.
Oh, I'm not doing that well.
That is just what I tell my friends.

I find peace, here and there, when silent snows are falling.
Like that calm before the water boils, and the kettle comes a calling

Thể loại:  Âu Mỹ,  Folk,  Indie


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