It is an uneasy sort of night
I see stars, but oh!
This night feels stormy.
A vicious little wind
Gusts hard,
muttering imprecations
as it kicks the fallen leaves
across the yard and down the drive.
The leave rise up in aggitation,
whirling in a frenzied dance,
then spin away, running before that wind.
No living thing is out tonight
No car upon the road
Not one cat prowls
There is only me, and
the ghosts of yesterdays,
and the wind...
the wind...
the wind...
It is an uneasy sort of night
I see stars, but oh!
This night feels stormy.
A vicious little wind
Gusts hard,
muttering imprecations
as it kicks the fallen leaves
across the yard and down the drive.
The leave rise up in aggitation,
whirling in a frenzied dance,
then spin away, running before that wind.
No living thing is out tonight
No car upon the road
Not one cat prowls
There is only me, and
the ghosts of yesterdays,
and the wind...
the wind...
the wind...
It is an uneasy sort of night