Night stirs her inky finger in the water of the day
The tired sun drops slowly in the sky
And everywhere the gentle air hangs heavy with the day's song
Evening calls the lamplighter to come
Children's wooden hoops go clattering down the street
Soon they're called inside, it's getting late
The brown canal now splashed with red
Reflects on Swallow's wings The lamplighter knows the song
The evening sings
But the gaslamps stand like soldiers
This warning's to the
wind Their evening vespers prophesy of war
The world divides and men take sides The spark bursts into flame
Nothing can be quite the same again
A dog barks in the distance
The child cries in her sleep
The night waits for the dawn with bated breath
The old school,
the old rule Rung out on the muffin man's bell
The lamplighter has made his nightly call
Dreams of hope and peace sent clattering down
the streets Empty like the promises they've made
The wars rage on,
and if I'm wrong Will someone please explain
That peace is not the lamplighter Cause he's not coming back again