Let Evening Come

Let the light of late afternoon
Shine through chinks in the barn,
Moving up the bales as the sun moves down

Let the cricket take up chafing
As a woman takes up her needles and her yarn
Let evening come (oh)

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned in long grass
Let the stars appear
And the moon disclose her silver horn

Let the fox go back to its sandy den
Let the wind die down
Let the shed go black inside
Let evening come
Let evening come (oh)

To the bottle in the ditch,
To the scoop in the oats,
To air in the lung
Let evening come

Let it come, as it will, and don't be afraid
God does not leave us comfortless,
So let evening come



Credits
Writer(s): Graham Sobelman
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