Song Description

An owl's view of the night and its happenings.

Lyrics

The dark is still at ease.
The sky has steely eyes.
The stoat looks up with stars set in her brows.
Trees tell their own tale
To shadows showing tall.
The owl looks down with stares sent on the breeze.
He thinks he's seen the thing that's hard to see
The word the wind can't say without a sigh
In the light of night.
In the light of night.


Above below around
Snow sparks and blanks the ground.
The owl looks up, looks down and sees the same.
Somewhere close a rind
Glows on a glistened frond
But that's not all the people only some.
He thinks he's made the thing that's hard to make
The only beauty left without a mark
In the light of night.
In the light of night.


Whooping low, the owl
Goes swooping on it all.
Sweeping high, a plane is muffled down.
Somewhere close a howl
Slides down a placid hill
While blackened ice blots out the city's din.
He thinks he's reached the thing that's hard to reach,
The poor low sound that one day will be rich
In the light of night.
In the light of night.
The light of night.