Something about this hour of day
Memories flow freely
As the earth turns into space
Setting time and distance reeling
And in this leaning toward the night
There is nothing without shadow
And no dark without the bright
In the angle of the light
We were sitting on a hill
Finding four-leaf clover
Sure that we had time to kill
Turning love and friendships over
Words were borne upon the breeze
Like September leaves we caught them
Shared their colors, let them go
Just another day in autumn
But in that leaning toward the night
There was nothing without shadow
And no dark without the bright
In the angle of the light
Winter's chill had long gone by
Spring and summer passed before me
Nature heaved a heavy sigh
Resting up for next year's glory
Colder winds would shake the trees
Four-leaf clover will stay hidden
For fickle luck brought only grief
And these memories come unbidden
In this leaning toward the night
Where there's nothing without shadow
And no dark without the bright
In the angle of the light
Yes, in this leaning toward the night
Where there's nothing without shadow
But no dark without the bright
In the angle of the light