Out in the Night

A dark figure stands on the edge of my memory

Silent and wistful he stands all alone

But I can’t tell why he never comes closer

Never comes back to the place he called home

Out in the night where the shadows are falling

Out of the night comes the screech of an owl

Whispering softly the wind it is sighing

Ice fingers clutching my heart and my soul

He stands by a river that’s running beside him

Hands in his pockets he calls out my name

But I pretend to myself I can’t hear him

For the questions and answers are always the same

Out in the night where the shadows are falling

Out of the night comes the screech of an owl

Whispering softly the wind it is sighing

Ice fingers clutching my heart and my soul

What is doing here back in my memory

Stirring the waters that long have been still

He is looking for something that’s best left behind him

Best left behind in the cold and the chill

Now a young woman is standing beside him

Red hair and brown eyes and palest of skin

Now he is taking his hands from his pockets

Smiling he holds her in his arms again

Out in the night where the shadows are falling

Out of the night comes the screech of an owl

Whispering softly the wind it is sighing

Ice fingers clutching my heart and my soul