Easy Listening

Days seem sometimes as if they'll never end Sun digs its heels to taunt you But after sunlit days, one thing stays the same Rises the moon

Days fade into a watercolour blur Memories swim and haunt you But look into the lake, shimmering like smoke Rises the moon

Oh-oh, close your weary eyes I promise you that soon the autumn comes To darken fading summer skies Breathe, breathe, breathe

Days pull you down just like a sinking ship Floating is getting harder But tread the water, child, and know that meanwhile Rises the moon

Days pull you up just like a daffodil Uprooted from its garden They'll tell you what you owe, but know even so Rises the moon

Laurindo Almeida | The Lamp Is Low