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The day goes down behind the old oak tree
The last of the sun sinks into the sea
I sit on the porch with my words too still
And watch the night climb over the hill
I think of your name, I hum it low
The tune belongs to the wind that blows
But when the moon asks me to say it clear
I give it to the night, the only one who'll hear
The night holds the town in its quiet hands
The moon leans low where the old oak stands
But all the words I never said are safe in me
They live inside the night, wild and free
The night holds the town in its quiet hands
The moon leans low where the old oak stands
Yet every thought I hide is a flame for you
The night is the one that I give them to
I think of your name, I hum it low
The tune belongs to the wind that blows
But when the moon asks me to say it clear
I give it to the night, the only one who'll hear
The night holds the town in its quiet hands
The moon leans low where the old oak stands
But all the words I never said are safe in me
They live inside the night, wild and free
The night holds the town in its quiet hands
The moon leans low where the old oak stands
Yet every thought I hide is a flame for you
The night is the one that I give them to
