Gray is the Evening, but tender is the Night

Gray is the Evening, but tender is the Night

When lovers twine, and entwined they lie

While hours are spent in tears or joy

And angels drape their eyes behind the sun.

Gray is the Evening, but tender is the Night

When no more words are spoken nor thought

And all lies deep within the eyes, glowing

Hoping and dreaming of the morning’s sun.

Gray is the Evening, but tender is the Night

While some may say that the night is cruel

And others may whisper that it is cold and long

And right they will be, for not a hope is left.

For gray is the evening and cold is the night

While rain pours outside, and I lie here alone

Still entwined within the thoughts of such nights

When carelessly we said, that tender is the night.

- Dark Shadow!