The Lady Of The Night کے بول

Oh the moon hangs down Like some old evening gown Forgotten by some lovely southern maiden Oh the stars are her tears And the sky a skin of years That she has most graciously given Now who am I To think that she might bat an eye At my heart that lay so dangerously open 'Neath the sweet magnolia tree The world's a fragrant memory And the lady of the night has finally spoken She cries, oh, you are a leaf that the wind blows And you drift from place to place and you never know Well is it here that I will stay? Child, you must be on your way For you are now, but you know nothing of your sorrow So I hover in the breath Between the birthday and the death And the hummingbird, he hovers o're the flower Though the end is just a guest From one moment to the next I keep thinking there will be a final hour She cries, oh, you are a leaf that the wind blows And you drift from place to place and you never know Well is it here that I will stay? Child, you must be on your way For you are now, but you know nothing of tomorrow She cries, oh, you are a leaf that the wind blows And you drift from place to place and you never know Well is it here that I will stay? Child, you must be on your way