Fading light,

Fading light;

Comes the night,

Comes the night.

And she will sleep,

Forever deep;

In an earthen bed,

While light burns red.

Her day is done,

No more sun;

Her soul’s away,

Farewell the day.

Fading light,

Fading light;

Comes the night,

Comes the night.

She’ll rest a while,

To arrive in style;

At Heaven’s gate,

But Time can’t wait.

Eilo goodbye;

Too late to cry;

Fading light,

Fading light;

Comes the night,

Comes the night.

Brendan Martin

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