The Lady of The Night — текст песни (John Hiatt)

Oh the moon hangs down

Like some old evening gown

Forgotten by some lovely southern maiden



Oh the stars are her tears

And the sky a skin of years

That she has most graciously given



Now who am i

To think that she might bat an eye

At my heart that lay so dangerously open



neath the sweet magnolia tree

The worlds a fragrant memory

And the lady of the night has finally spoken



Chorus:

She cries, oh, you are a leaf that the wind blows

And you drift from place to place and you never know

Well is it here that I will stay?

Child, you must be on your way

For you are now, but you know nothing of your sorrow



So I hover in the breath

Between the birthday and the death

And the hummingbird, he hovers ore the flower



Though the end is just a guest

From one moment to the next

I keep thinking there will be a final hour



She cries, oh, you are a leaf that the wind blows

And you drift from place to place and you never know

Well is it here that I will stay?

Child, you must be on your way

For you are now, but you know nothing of tomorrow



She cries, oh, you are a leaf that the wind blows

And you drift from place to place and you never know

Well is it here that I will stay?

Child, you must be on your way