Al Stewart - The Elf

Al Stewart - The Elf



I sat upon the evening hill


the shadows set


the night grew still


And as I sat guitar on knee


a voice of flowers called to me



sing, sing to me your song


sing, for I belong to the night


In the grey morning light I'll be gone



I turned with eyes that strained for sight


and there amid the failing light


dimly saw a figure small


heard a voice of magic call



sing, sing to me your song


sing, for I belong to the night


In the grey morning light I'll be gone



My fumbling fingers found the chords


My trembleing lips fought for the words


I stopped to ask the stranger how


He softly said no questions now



sing, sing to me your song


sing, for I belong to the night


In the grey morning light I'll be gone



Then with the magic of the elves


My fingers danced among themselves


A heart with lightness thus endowed


Formed melodies I know not how



Song played the whole night long


Thus he danced and laughed through the night


and with grey morning light he was gone



Now the whispering wind plays o'r the hill


And the evening sounds again grow still


A year or more has passed since then


Oh, he will not pass my way again



So I sing, sing to you my song


Sing for I belong to the night


In the grey morning light I'll be gone



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