Al Stewart - The Elf       I sat upon the evening hill   the shadows set    the night grew still   And as I sat guitar on knee   a voice of flowers called to me      sing, sing to me your song   sing, for I belong to the night   In the grey morning light I'll be gone      I turned with eyes that strained for sight   and there amid the failing light   dimly saw a figure small   heard a voice of magic call      sing, sing to me your song   sing, for I belong to the night   In the grey morning light I'll be gone      My fumbling fingers found the chords   My trembleing lips fought for the words   I stopped to ask the stranger how   He softly said no questions now      sing, sing to me your song   sing, for I belong to the night   In the grey morning light I'll be gone      Then with the magic of the elves   My fingers danced among themselves   A heart with lightness thus endowed   Formed melodies I know not how      Song played the whole night long   Thus he danced and laughed through the night   and with grey morning light he was gone      Now the whispering wind plays o'r the hill   And the evening sounds again grow still   A year or more has passed since then   Oh, he will not pass my way again      So I sing, sing to you my song   Sing for I belong to the night    In the grey morning light I'll be gone      Repeat 3x (fade)