Michael Woodhead

NIGHT WAS QUIET

Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1964, 2020

The night was quiet
Everyone was still
I wandered lonely
with a whippoorwill
And in the city
Everyone lay sleeping
I walked on by
Till they began to sing

O blissful morn
Let the sun shine down
Let the children play
And the grasses grow
And someday later
You'll be a spectator
Of the wond'rous things
That God has wrought


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