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The Light falls so softly on the village's roofs |
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Spreads indistinctly over valleys and plains |
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The last grasps of daylight hand onto the trees |
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The branches retracting...becoming one with the night |
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In their secret places the late birds bed down |
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In steeples and pylons their life carries on |
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And in TV-lit windows we all find our home |
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On the great star-lit landscape we see from the air |
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We need no more fear of the dark than the morning |
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For light needs a place it can play |
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Shadows eclipsing the light that remains |
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As ten million hot suns beat down on they prey |
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While one half is blinded the other watches in awe |
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The universe turning on its infinite way |
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Watch as the night sky revolves into daybreak |
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Wait for the first rays of light |
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Think of new lives, think of new days |
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Here as the sunlight goes under |
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Hope our new hopes, dream our new dreams |
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Think of new worlds without number |
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And all we can do is imagine the morning |
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On worlds that we reach in our dreams |
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The sun is still shining where the eagle set down |
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And on the people 'neath the westerly sky |
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But keep our eyes skyward with hope in our hearts |
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For space is not black, and dark's a new day |
