By Al Stewart

I sat upon the evening hill
the shadows set
the night grew still
And as I sat guitar on knee
a voice of flowers called to me

sing, sing to me your song
sing, for I belong to the night
In the grey morning light I'll be gone

I turned with eyes that strained for sight
and there amid the failing light
dimly saw a figure small
heard a voice of magic call

sing, sing to me your song
sing, for I belong to the night
In the grey morning light I'll be gone

My fumbling fingers found the chords
My trembleing lips fought for the words
I stopped to ask the stranger how
He softly said no questions now

sing, sing to me your song
sing, for I belong to the night
In the grey morning light I'll be gone

Then with the magic of the elves
My fingers danced among themselves
A heart with lightness thus endowed
Formed melodies I know not how

Song played the whole night long
Thus he danced and laughed through the night
and with grey morning light he was gone

Now the whispering wind plays o'r the hill
And the evening sounds again grow still
A year or more has passed since then
Oh, he will not pass my way again

So I sing, sing to you my song
Sing for I belong to the night
In the grey morning light I'll be gone

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