The night is pressing black, dark
The time, twelve hours past mid-noon
Walking slow, this city park
Street lights flickering under moon
Alone, I watch star lights show
Sweeping up leaves, as the wind follows
My boot steps over frost speckled snow
Into darkness of the growing shadow-
The time, twelve hours past mid-noon
Walking slow, this city park
Street lights flickering under moon
Alone, I watch star lights show
Sweeping up leaves, as the wind follows
My boot steps over frost speckled snow
Into darkness of the growing shadow-
