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This was a poem I wrote a couple of years ago as I sat outside on a lovely warm Indian summer evening. The light was all golden shining on every little thig as if there were jewels scattered in the grass. The birds were flitting about with blackbirds sining in the apple tree and I could hear in the distance a skylark high in the sky even as the sun was quickly going down. Well that was my inspiration and though i put it under 'Spoken Word' I sang the last verse which I think adds to the composition. Hope you like it.
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Lyrics
Summer Evening Song.
Oh! Golden summer evening, sing your song of warmth
Which brought you from the day,
Of Skylarks high above the fields,
Chattering stil, near close of day.
Yes, golden evening shining bright,
Proud of all that holds your light,
Grasses, leaves and the simplest things
Glitter enhanced by the glow that you bring.
A bell from afar, now adds to your song,
Calling to prayer those who've toiled the day long. Each cricket and bird strives to have the last word,
As the very last notes of the day can be heard.
All this is your song.. and for this I give praise,
But before I lay down I must have one last gaze,
'cross the fields to the lake, where your honeyed light shone,
All is silent...now still.... lulled to sleep... by your song.
Sung repeat-
All this is your song.. and for this I give praise,
But before I lay down I must have one last gaze,
'cross the fields to the lake, where your honeyed light shone,
All is silent...now still.... lulled to sleep... by your song.
Oh! Golden summer evening, sing your song of warmth
Which brought you from the day,
Of Skylarks high above the fields,
Chattering stil, near close of day.
Yes, golden evening shining bright,
Proud of all that holds your light,
Grasses, leaves and the simplest things
Glitter enhanced by the glow that you bring.
A bell from afar, now adds to your song,
Calling to prayer those who've toiled the day long. Each cricket and bird strives to have the last word,
As the very last notes of the day can be heard.
All this is your song.. and for this I give praise,
But before I lay down I must have one last gaze,
'cross the fields to the lake, where your honeyed light shone,
All is silent...now still.... lulled to sleep... by your song.
Sung repeat-
All this is your song.. and for this I give praise,
But before I lay down I must have one last gaze,
'cross the fields to the lake, where your honeyed light shone,
All is silent...now still.... lulled to sleep... by your song.
That voice can soothe the savage beast, namely me, great poetry and the singing comes in so naturally, this is really spectatcular!