Night Traveller

Well the night's a little too warm

And the lamplight a little too low

And the old man sits at the piano so slow

And his fingers follow a song

And they stumble over a tune

And the chord in his hand wasn't what he had planned

Sitting quietly under the moon

My traveler

Send me a sweeter song

Making it last till dawn

Till dawn

My traveler

Make it a sadder tale

That's sung by a nightingale

That tale

Well the wine's a little too sweet

And the moon just a little too blue

And the old man sits and remembers a time

When the world had a different hue

My traveler

Send me a sadder tale

That's sung by a nightingale

That tale

My traveler

Sing me a sweeter song

Making it last till dawn

Till dawn

Till dawn

Till dawn

Till dawn

Till dawn

Till dawn