Here in the dark
he moves his warm hands
Sprinkling the shade of gentle sound
that explores the days of his joyful past
And when he had sullen smile on his face
I knew that it ought to change
spring to fall
days to darkened nights
It’s time to wait
Here in the dark
he moves his warm hands
Sprinkling the shade of gentle sound
that explores the days of his joyful past
And when he had sullen smile on his face
I knew that it ought to change
spring to fall
days to darkened nights
It’s time to wait