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 trembling lips fought for the words 
I stopped to ask the stranger how 
He softly said, no questions now 

But 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 clapped through the night 
And with grey morning light he was gone 

Now whispering wind plays o'er 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 

And so I sing, sing to you my song 
Sing, for I belong to the night 
In the grey morning light, I'll be gone 
So I sing, sing to you my song 
Sing, for I belong to the night
In the grey morning light I'll be gone