Eight o’clock– and the sun’s still glowing
Eight o’clock – of a colour bright day,
Up above, pink-tinged clouds are sliding
Down still sky, sweeping sun away.
Come back sweet sun, do not leave us.
Come back bright beams,I need sunlight
Down on earth, it’s witch moon darkness,
When your face is out of sight.
I see the coloured clouds extending
I feel the sense of sky lit bright.
But gently now, the mist surrounds you
And sweeps away that happy sight.
Into velvet blackness sinking,
The dazzling, dreaming darkness falls.
Goodbye to haste,and glare, and sunshine,
Time for reverie,night time calls.
On the night-train’s gentle journeys,
On this trackless train we ride
Strange visions and haunting pictures
We will see in dreams’ designs.
In my night train,I’ll be happy
In such rich deep reverie.
We visit darkness in our sleeping,
There we learn its ecstasy.
Now we may have no God to hold us,
In His Hands of Living Love,
What will help us trust deep blackness
If there’s no Saviour from above?
Must we enter that great darkness,
Go back to dark from which we came,
Into dark all living creatures,
In that darkness find our home?
Trust the dark unknown, to hold us,
Trust the dark,both night and day.
Must we walk into that darkness
Trust it is our safest way?