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