Night stirs her inky finger
In the water of the day
The tired sun drops slowly in the sky
And everywhere the gentle air
Hangs heavy with the day song
Evening calls the lamplight out to come
Children's wooden hoops
Go clattering down the street
Soon they're called inside, it's getting late
The grand canal
Now splashed with red
Reflects on swallows wings
The lamplighter knows the song
The evening sings
But the gas-lamps stand like soldiers
Hiss warnings to the wind
Their evening vespers prophicy a war
The world divides
And men take sides
The spark bursts into flame
Nothing can be quite the same again
In the water of the day
The tired sun drops slowly in the sky
And everywhere the gentle air
Hangs heavy with the day song
Evening calls the lamplight out to come
Children's wooden hoops
Go clattering down the street
Soon they're called inside, it's getting late
The grand canal
Now splashed with red
Reflects on swallows wings
The lamplighter knows the song
The evening sings
But the gas-lamps stand like soldiers
Hiss warnings to the wind
Their evening vespers prophicy a war
The world divides
And men take sides
The spark bursts into flame
Nothing can be quite the same again
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