Evensong Lyrics

In the gathering

Of the not quite

Song and dance

And a the 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

A 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

And words to pray

We change the order

Of the day

Easily we're called away

Called away...

Softer wind cries

To watch the sun fall

Join the slow

Evensong