The Evensong

In the gathering
of the not quite
Song and dance
And a nod of the head
Lord of light
has surely fled
Tonight

Swing swaying low
Move out of sight
Listen to the whispering
In the empire of the night
Door is locked
Windows tight
Hurried prayer
In the darkening air
Rise the moon high

Softer wind cries
To watch the sun fall
Join the slow
Evensong

With songs to sing
Words to pray
We change the order of
The day
Easily were called away
Called away

Softer wind cries
To watch the sun fall
Join the slow
Evensong