Michael Woodhead


Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1969, 2020

Nothing is as terrible as unknown shades of night
When they seem to wrap around you, squeeze, and hold you tight
When they seem to victimize, and don't seem to sympathize with you

Nothing seems to be as ugly as black shades of night
When they seem to smother her and break her means of sight
When they seem to temporize, when clocks do not synchronize with Time

Black shades of night
Black, black shades of night

Something seems to clutch your throat within the shades of night
And, inside, you seem to be in blackest of midnight
When they seem to tyrannise, and all things they neutralize inside