From the recording On the Shores of a Dream
Seems like this song was hovering around me, but when I tried to write it down, it skittered away. I did get one verse driving to work. (I don't know where it works.)
Anyway, the eeriest thing in my ken is the night wind. At the beach or in the mountains, it's beautiful, scary, and so lonely. This song describes, among other things, how that terror dissipates with the sunrise.
Lyrics
Copyright August 6, 2010
Skimmers kiss the mirror-image ocean
Shrimpers pace the path of dabbling dawn
Sinking moon sets the marsh aglow
Egrets stretch and yawn
Morning breaks a little bit too early
Afternoon’s a little bit too slow
And the night sky reminds my eyes
Just how little I know
No one knows where the dark wind blows the moaning ghosts of night
The lonesome host will abandon their posts at the first faint hint of light
Sailing in the pouring rain of summer
Sun is shining , turning a blind eye
Till the storm staggers out to sea
Drenched in drunken skies
No one knows where the dark wind blows the moaning ghosts of night
The lonesome host will abandon their posts at the first faint hint of light
January promises the changes
August makes excuses and complains
Then the cold of December snow
Bleaches clean the stain
No one knows where the dark wind blows the shivering shades of night
The moaning ghosts will abandon their posts at the first faint hint of light
No one knows where the dark wind blows the moaning ghosts of night
The lonesome host will abandon their posts at the first faint hint of light