Night Comes Down

Night comes down like shades of falling rain Night comes down like shades of falling rain I hear the lonesome way you call my name Night comes down and it makes me feel so bad Night comes down and it makes me feel so bad I remember the best times I have had Quiet like an empty cannon's roar So quiet like an empty cannon's roar Quiet now, I'm used to the life before Night comes down like shades of falling rain And I hear it tapping on my windowpane And tapping on my pane, tapping on my door Tapping on my pane, tapping on my door Tapping on my pane, you can't come in no more, you can't come no more