Elizabeth Farrell - An Evening Song lyrics
Outside my window the sun descends bringing the song of evening, birds huddled on the phone wires, leaves dancing with the rising wind, shadows stretching out their arms, trying to hold the dying day.
Outside my window the sun descends bringing the song of evening, birds huddled on the phone wires, leaves dancing with the rising wind, shadows stretching out their arms, trying to hold the dying day.