Night Comes On - Leonard Cohen

    I went down to the place
    Where I knew she lay waiting
    Under the marble and the snow
    I said, Mother I'm frightened
    The thunder and the lightning
    I'll never come through this alone
    She said, I'll be with you
    My shawl wrapped around you
    My hand on your head when you go
    And the night came on
    It was very calm
    I wanted the night to go on and on
    But she said, go back to the world

    We were fighting in Egypt
    When they signed this agreement
    That nobody else had to die
    There was this terrible sound
    And my father went down
    With a terrible wound in his side
    He said, Try to go on
    Take my books, take my gun
    Remember, my son, how they lied
    And the night comes on
    It's very calm
    I'd like to pretend that my father was wrong
    But you don't want to lie, not to the young

    We were locked in this kitchen
    I took to religion
    And I wondered how long she would stay
    I needed so much
    To have nothing to touch
    I've always been greedy that way
    But my son and my daughter
    Climbed out of the water
    Crying, Papa, you promised to play
    And they lead me away
    To the great surprise
    It's Papa, don't peek, Papa, cover your eyes
    And they hide, they hide in the world

    Now I look for her always
    I'm lost in this calling
    I'm tied to the threads of some prayer
    Saying, When will she summon me
    When will she come to me
    What must I do to prepare
    When she bends to my longing
    Like a willow, like a fountain
    She stands in the luminous air
    And the night comes on
    And it's very calm
    I lie in her arms and says, when I'm gone
    I'll be yours, yours for a song

    Now the crickets are singing
    The vesper bells ringing
    The cat's curled asleep in his chair
    I'll go down to Bill's Bar
    I can make it that far
    And I'll see if my friends are still there
    Yes, and here's to the few
    Who forgive what you do
    And the fewer who don't even care
    And the night comes on
    It's very calm
    I want to cross over, I want to go home
    But she says, go back, go back to the world

    Marco Giunco
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