Intro HEAVENLY SHADES OF NIGHT ARE FALLING IT'S TWILIGHT TIME OUT OF THE MIST YOUR VOICE IS CALLING IT'S TWILIGHT TIME WHEN PURPLE COLORED CURTAINS MARK
Heavenly shades of night are falling, it's twilight time Out of the mist your voice is calling, it is twilight time When purple colored curtains mark
of the wigwam, In the early summer morning, Hiawatha stood and waited. All the air was full of freshness, All the earth was bright and joyous, And
the doorway of the wigwam In the early summer morning Hiawatha stood and waited All the air was full of freshness All the earth was bright and joyous And
The Doorway Of The Wigwam In The Early Summer Morning Hiawatha Stood And Waited All The Air Was Full Of Freshness All The Earth Was Bright And Joyous And
dug grave and death and night These things are her essence Nocturnal mistress, spirit lover Your mouth of wine and wooksmoke taste My goddess of the violet twilight
my eyes Soft and reserved as you move away donning your disguise While every folk song that I ever knew once more comes true And loves grows old and
and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country
moon Ohh Jokerman Well, the book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers In the smoke of the twilight
my head between your knees.** Hey baby jump in your car We'll go to the sun and have us some fun I love you child Oh yeah. Long day runs into night Twilight
a dazzling affair A fantasy to star in your dreams Do you want to believe Everyone knows what they've seen Twilight time in the city And the shutters
song at twilight, when the lights are low And the flickering shadows softly come and go Though the heart be weary sad the day and long Still to us at twilight
the free and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, A home and a country
free and the home of the brave And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country
free and the home of the brave. And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country
not to even care And then this could be someone else's prayer And on a sleepless night by St. Stephen's Green Oh I turned and tossed with my Irish dreams
mountains were bluer than blue But the best of the day has been saved You and me, you and me, you and me You and me, you and me, you and me ... Now
black and mourning moon fog And the eyes of the dark ones Sempiternal woods wait only for me A path opens clearly Sun no longer rises Over cold and
