When I'm in a melancholy mood I almost always think of an old shanty (perhaps because I grew up in one) nestled on the side of a mountain (perhaps because I love the mountains so) with tall green pines jutting straight up to the sky. I think of slow, drizzling rain tapping out a melody on a tin roof while a cold wind sways the green pines. I was in one of those moods when I wrote 'Endless Night'
Endless Night
I've never seen a night so long or so quiet
As cold winds whine and labor in their fight
To traverse through bough and limb and height.
If God made the day, then the Devil made this night
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Tonight my memories are chasing her in my mind
And what havoc they wreak in their desperate plight
To catch her, hold her, only to find,
She has vanished, slipped away into the everlasting night
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Still I don't know what I did wrong,
What I should have said, should have done
I would never have guessed I could hurt so long
But then I never expected her to be gone
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I walk to the window and peer into the endless night
High above the tree lined horizon hangs the hunter's moon
Over tall, dark pines jutting up toward the ebony sky
A night bird calls out and my heart is filled with gloom
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Unbidden you came into my life and set my soul afire
Now you're gone and my soul is dark and cold
And it's another's lips that sets your heart on fire
On this cold, lonely night, it's someone else you hold
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I'm afraid this night will outlast the bottle of wine
Then what will I do, while I wait on the light
Of the sun breaking o'er the tall pines
To give me reprieve till the next eternal night.
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Frenchy
Edited by - Frenchy on 27 May 2000 9:5:56