Dusk by The Mist And The Morning Dew Lyrics
The sun daubs shimmering baths for the field
Everything is waiting themselves to be healed
Grateful leaves of green gather outside their lairs
Fluids of gentle rain drops silently in pairs
The paint is to be denied by the horizon
Circular zones of time re-arrange on
Precious daubing of the sun
Switch on for another one
Daubing of the crescent travel far across
Light for the hollow despair of bitter loss
The field is clothed by a thin cloak of grey
The sun and horizon will start another day
It's pale presence demands another harvest...
The paint is to be denied by the horizon
Circular zones of time re-arrange on
Precious daubing of the sun
Switch on for another one
Which gracefully shows it's brilliance
Transparent grey glow in it's guidance
Crescent of a dying peasant
For eyes of the radiant
Everything is waiting themselves to be healed
Grateful leaves of green gather outside their lairs
Fluids of gentle rain drops silently in pairs
The paint is to be denied by the horizon
Circular zones of time re-arrange on
Precious daubing of the sun
Switch on for another one
Daubing of the crescent travel far across
Light for the hollow despair of bitter loss
The field is clothed by a thin cloak of grey
The sun and horizon will start another day
It's pale presence demands another harvest...
The paint is to be denied by the horizon
Circular zones of time re-arrange on
Precious daubing of the sun
Switch on for another one
Which gracefully shows it's brilliance
Transparent grey glow in it's guidance
Crescent of a dying peasant
For eyes of the radiant