One long night is gone
there is no sign of you
nor the loud street noise
Just the light of the moon
Folks said silence is gold
so I keep my fly with me
and do as I was often told
but you still remain all I see
when I close my teary eyes
beneath this silent night sky
the blue stream is holding out
for as long as you are away
sometimes the birds sing loud
they chose the best note to play
I live with this firm rare new hope
that some day you will come home