Here do I stand...alone in the vastness,
Sharing with the Evening, its meloncholy strain-
Of footsteps of weary souls returning home
Of nostalgic notes of a forlorn lover's song
Of chirping of baby birds waiting for their parents
Of gentle rustle of leaves feeling the depth of the moments
And all's soundin' like a song,
Meloncholy, yet lovely.
Yet' I'm not feeling lonely,
For the song's there to accompany.
And I am not sad
For I am grasping the song-
The Song of the Evening Blues.
