We are going into the night,
Leaving the sun and the dawning,
We are leaving the land of the light,
Where blackbird is king of the morning.
Down the river that runs forever,
We are going into the night,
In a boat that will bring us back never,
Gull-winged and shrouded in white.
The clouds of our sunset ignite,
In a farewell of fiery hues,
We are going into the night,
Where fire and water fuse.
Gull and swan beat the night air,
Leading the boat from the light,
Leaving pain and fear in the sun’s glare
We are going into the night.