A voice calls out
Lovely
And sheltering as the dawn
Speeding down to the swamp-edges
Of an oak-shaded Savannah back-road
Bourbon-whiskey breath
Night air smells of love-lost
And dreams forgotten
Howl of wind and tires
Love is whispering all her charms
In the sweet Savannah night
Alone
He hears this voice
This angel-wing of deliverance
In his final hour
Wearing an angel's heart in the midnight, moss-filled sky
He cries of love-lost and dreams-forgotten
Lonely and lost as the moon
How can these wings carry me?
How can I ride these swamp-dreams
Through the land of the lost and forgotten
Over a sweet and forgiving song?
He hears a voice
Lovely and modest as a star
Fall to me O star!
O falling star of hope and dreams
And rescue this Savannah night
Night of desperation
Night of wind and whispers
Gentle as the water's lap lays down a lazy beat
He lays upon an oily pier and dreams
of wings and loveliness
In the warm Savannah night
In the moonless whispering night
An oily heart will rise and shine
Flying on the angel-wings of time
He hears a voice
Golden-winged and beautiful
Calling all the lost and lonely
"No regrets," she cries
"No regrets."
But who hears the songs of the deepest night
At dawn?
Only the forgotten
Only the moss-filled sky
And I
