Night is a savage bird of prey
Lost in the rays that arm the day
Where have all the shadows gone?
Weeping willow, lay
Ghosts that haunt and whither to
Flowers on your grave
There will be trouble on the way
I see a great big tidal wave
Pack your things and move along
Shame we cannot stay
Take the road to Avalon
Plan a great escape
Love: but a distant memory
Night is a savage bird of prey
Lost in the rays that arm the day
Oh, where have all the shadows gone?
Weeping willow, lay
Ghosts that haunt and whither to
Flowers on your grave
We can move to Avalon
Dip in Nowhere, Spain
We can keep the engine on
Plan our great escape
