Shadows

Shadows ©

By: George Puccini

At nighttime,

when crickets chirp their lonely voice

High on a lonely place,

You're blending in with the shadows that are forming there.

It's you in the shadows.

At nighttime,

I seem to hear your haunting voice,

I see your lovely face;

you're blending in with the shadows all around me.

It's you in the shadows.

Then comes the dawn

into view hiding the moon.

And all at once you are gone

leaving there trace of a magic perfume

And shadows

are all I have that's left of you;

And soon they're gone, too.

And then I dream of the shadows that I once knew.

And you're in the shadows.