Manning - Mists Of Morning Calling To The Day lyrics

It's getting late in the evening & the shops are shutting down Boarding up their windows 'til the morning come around The fires are burning sweetly, the children are hard at play ....at the end of another working day The landlord pulls another pint & listens again to the tale of eerie lights seen up the causeway, & he wonders if it's real? It's a story that's often repeated, & mostly in this place embellished by generations that are haunted by disgrace, It's funny how in daylight that the story seems a farce but as the cold dark draws around them, well nobody wants to laugh The village has many secrets in its hidden murky past Crawling out to greet them as they huddle by the casks So many years & so many lives but the underbelly it cannnot be disguised Founding forefathers took the law into their hands when the trading sea folk families first stepped upon their land Down the river at the distant moorings a steamer pulls into view far away from its coastal tides & eddies Midnight turns into the mist of morning dew forms on the ground & there's a freshness here that spreads for miles around, miles around ....calling to the day Somehow silence takes his chances now & his blanket fills the air Ghostly shadows are in play seen on the green The birds are still as the far away sea calls the Steamer back to home & so it turns away parting a curtain of grey of grey.....calling to the day (x2)