The Green Pajamas

The Night Passed Over Into Day

If there was ever a good man There isnít any more Heís gone, like the summer, away He flew to some blue and secret seashore When the night passed over into day Into day, into day When the night passed over into day He had so much still to tell us So much still to say When the night passed over into day Heíll paint that sea forever, never get it right He doesnít want to anyway Heís busy racing the weather, chasing the light And the white of the mist on the bay On the bay, on the bay The white of the mist on the bay He had so much still to tell us So much still to say When the night passed over into day _____________________ by Jeff Kelly (c) 2011 St. Brigid Publishing BMI