John Hiatt
"The Lady Of The Night"


Oh the moon hangs down
Like some old evening gown
Forgotten by some lovely southern maiden

Oh the stars are her tears
And the sky a skin of years
That she has most graciously given

Now who am I
To think that she might bat an eye
At my heart that lay so dangerously open

'Neath the sweet magnolia tree
The world's a fragrant memory
And the lady of the night has finally spoken

CHORUS:
She cries, oh, you are a leaf that the wind blows
And you drift from place to place and you never know
Well is it here that I will stay?
Child, you must be on your way
For you are now, but you know nothing of your sorrow

So I hover in the breath
Between the birthday and the death
And the hummingbird, he hovers o're the flower

Though the end is just a guest
From one moment to the next
I keep thinking there will be a final hour

She cries, oh, you are a leaf that the wind blows
And you drift from place to place and you never know
Well is it here that I will stay?
Child, you must be on your way
For you are now, but you know nothing of tomorrow

She cries, oh, you are a leaf that the wind blows
And you drift from place to place and you never know
Well is it here that I will stay?
Child, you must be on your way