Pastel shades the hour
When evening climbs the sky
And burns a golden highway to the west
And the distant city sounds
Caress the trembling leaves
To die among the far horizon shores
Then the song of the evening comes in gentle harmony
And lingers 'til the closing, of the day
Just a song of evening flows on
like some tumbling river
And like a river flows away
I look beyond the window
Where twisted shadows play
And trees are bare below the frozen stars
The stranger hurries through the cold
His collar round his ears
Dreaming words of comfort and a fire
Then the song of the evening comes in gentle harmony
And lingers 'til the closing, of the day
Just a song of evening flows on
like some tumbling river
And like a river flows away
When evening climbs the sky
And burns a golden highway to the west
And the distant city sounds
Caress the trembling leaves
To die among the far horizon shores
Then the song of the evening comes in gentle harmony
And lingers 'til the closing, of the day
Just a song of evening flows on
like some tumbling river
And like a river flows away
I look beyond the window
Where twisted shadows play
And trees are bare below the frozen stars
The stranger hurries through the cold
His collar round his ears
Dreaming words of comfort and a fire
Then the song of the evening comes in gentle harmony
And lingers 'til the closing, of the day
Just a song of evening flows on
like some tumbling river
And like a river flows away