At evening time when sets the sun
A creeping darkness then will come
And bury yet another day
Into the night where demons play
...
As the mists and the damp of early November
Hid the whipering woods of the Sangamon tree
The smoldering fires were all I remember
The curse of this land, it still haunted me
...
A Soldier)
When Came The Dawn
At evening time when sets the sun
A creeping darkness then will come
And bury yet another day
Into the night where demons play
I came this way, (a time or two)
And tried to hold at bay
Dark forces now that evil do
Would steal it all away
A different music on the wind
A different sound I hear
The moaning of the spirit-world
Of pain, Of loss, Of fear
I wandered lonely, where to go
That I may ease my tortured soul
A phantom sower hating dawn
But with the planting carry on
A grisly forest, blackened, dead
These tunes were playing, in my head
I followed where this music led
A Roman chorus, now all dead
A silent scream, 'Please let me be'
As I hid behind the tree
There to stay, eternally
A cursed shadow, never free
But as the sun begins to rise
A golden light to cleanse the skies
Chase the darkness; Yes it does
And now I find I never was