1 Now the day is over,
night is drawing nigh,
shadows of the evening
steal across the sky.

2 Now the leafless landscape
settles in repose,
waiting for the quiet
of the winter snows.

3 Now as twilight gathers
let us pause and hear
all the slowing pulse-beats
of the waning year.

4 May the season's rhythms,
slow and strong and deep,
soothe the mind and spirit,
lulling us to sleep.

5 Sleep until the rising
of another spring
keeps the ancient promise
fall and winter bring.