Текст песни
Through iron gates I walk each evening
Talking to the stones and weeds
Something pulls me to stay longer
Past when everybody leaves
I hear a voice upon the breeze now
Sweet as summer wine
And though I know I should be leaving
Something makes me bide my time
When the blood-red sun sinks low, I hear her voice begin to flow
Let it flow, oh let it flow
Every evening right on schedule
Like a clock that never fails
My heart beats like distant thunder
As her music fills these rails
I've searched for her among the crosses
Never finding where she hides
But in those moments when she's singing
All my loneliness subsides
When the blood-red sun sinks low, I hear her voice begin to flow
Let it flow, oh let it flow
Some folks say I've lost my reason
Some say grief has turned my mind
But they ain't never heard the sweetness
Of the songs she leaves behind
So I'll keep my evening vigil
Walking paths that know my name
Between the worlds of dusk and darkness
Where she calls me just the same
When the blood-red sun sinks low, I hear her voice begin to flow
Let it flow, oh let it flow
Oh let it flow, let her voice flow
