The night is never silent
It only talks in low
A dog three gardens down the lane
A train too far to name
The leaves rehearsing one soft word
Over and over again
Beneath it all there runs a hum
Too deep for any ear
The evening has its own rejoicing
Quiet, low and wide
And sitting still inside its song
Is close to satisfied
I close my eyes to hear it better
The dark is velvet-lined
The whole warm world is murmuring
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
You have to sit awhile to hear it
It won't perform for guests
The evening has its own rejoicing
Quiet, low and wide
And sitting still inside its song
Is close to satisfied
The screen door taps, the maple stirs
A latch clicks down the lane
The night is knitting all its sounds
Into one soft refrain
Mmm... mmm... mmm
The evening has its own rejoicing
Quiet, low and wide
And sitting still inside its song
Is close to satisfied
The evening has its own rejoicing
Quiet, low and wide
And sitting still inside its song
Is close to satisfied
The night is never silent
And I have learned its tune
