Sweet light fading, sinking the sun br When the stars come to play br You know day’s job is done br br Soft air stirring, caressing the tree br When the leaves start to fall br Life’s dusk is what you see br br Hard iron steeled, preventing a run br When the cold fences rise br You know your time has come br br Future dreams dispelled, we’ve forgotten what was free br As dreams turn to memory br We lose whatever we seebr br Timothy Weiermannbr br