An Evening Song by Elizabeth Farrell Lyrics
Outside my window
the sun descends
bringing the song of evening,
birds huddled on the phone wires,
leaves dancing
with the rising wind,
shadows
stretching out their arms,
trying to hold the dying day.
the sun descends
bringing the song of evening,
birds huddled on the phone wires,
leaves dancing
with the rising wind,
shadows
stretching out their arms,
trying to hold the dying day.