I hear the evening shadows calling
Wood smoke, drifting veils the distant valleys
Summer evening's joy is far from me
Why am I not happy, sorrow shakes me
But the dark woods stillness O would welcome
Red clouds through which the day is falling
Sleepy breezes from the green dark forest,
Shadows on the water, meadows flowers...
Happiness is here in my own keeping
But here before me lies the way of shadows
Maybe tomorrow I will smile through the fear
And greet the day with new found hope
Maybe tomorrow I will laugh again
And forget about this old dead man
But that is tomorrow and this is today
And the darkness still prevails
