Rest in peace - Stephen Paulus. Your soul filled music will live on for generations. Thank-you for the gifts you have left behind for us to cherish always….
The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes over me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain, As the mist resembles the rain. Come, come read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Read from some humble poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Then read from some treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice, The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shal be banished like restless feelings And silently, silently, silently, Silently steal away.
Rest in peace - Stephen Paulus. Your soul filled music will live on for generations. Thank-you for the gifts you have left behind for us to cherish always….
Beautiful. RIP Stephen Paulus.
Beautiful diction! Perfect tuning, this is gorgeous work! Fantastic tenor section.
The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes over me
That my soul cannot resist:
A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain,
As the mist resembles the rain.
Come, come read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.
Read from some humble poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;
Then read from some treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice,
The beauty of thy voice.
And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shal be banished like restless feelings
And silently, silently, silently,
Silently steal away.
Lyrics
schön gesungen
Where can i find the lyrics ?
Robert has posted the lyrics in another comment here. You could also search online: The Day Is Done - Stephen Paulus lyrics. 🎼🎵🎶🎵🕊