The Green Pajamas

The Night Passed Over Into Day

If there was ever a good man
There isn’t any more
He’s 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
 
He’ll paint that sea forever, never get it right
He doesn’t want to anyway
He’s 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

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by Jeff Kelly
(c) 2011 St. Brigid Publishing BMI