Night stirs her inky finger in the water of the day,
The tired sun drops slowly in the sky.
And everywhere the gentle air hangs heavy with the day song
Evening calls the lamplighter to come
The tired sun drops slowly in the sky.
And everywhere the gentle air hangs heavy with the day song
Evening calls the lamplighter to come
Children's wooden hoops go clattering down the street
Soon they're called inside, it's getting late.
The grand canal now splashed with red
Reflects on swallows' wings.
The lamplighter knows the song the evening sings.
Soon they're called inside, it's getting late.
The grand canal now splashed with red
Reflects on swallows' wings.
The lamplighter knows the song the evening sings.
But the gas-lamps stand like soldiers
Hiss warnings to the wind
Their evening vespers prophesy a war.
The world divides and men take sides
The spark bursts into flame
Nothing can be quite the same again.
Hiss warnings to the wind
Their evening vespers prophesy a war.
The world divides and men take sides
The spark bursts into flame
Nothing can be quite the same again.
Dog barks in the distance, child cries in her sleep
Night waits for the dawn with baited breath.
The old school, the old rule
Rung out on a muffin man's bell
The lamplighter has made his nightly call.
Night waits for the dawn with baited breath.
The old school, the old rule
Rung out on a muffin man's bell
The lamplighter has made his nightly call.
Dreams of hope and peace sent clattering down the streets
Empty like the promises they've made.
The wars rage on, and if I'm wrong
Will someone please explain
That peace is not the lamplighter
'Cause he's not coming back again
Empty like the promises they've made.
The wars rage on, and if I'm wrong
Will someone please explain
That peace is not the lamplighter
'Cause he's not coming back again
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