Last page for the voice   I request, in the half light    Even now the ten o'clock shadows    Lead you to the country side    And the big rocks, and the pasture    With the stars winking a smile    Love in the clear wafting cool    With your jacket flapping in the breeze    And the evening is a good place to lie down    And let the music play    Again roaming through the hills    In the market place, some where behind    And the tools, all on the shelf    And the wheels turning some other time    While your only thrill is the night    Stars winking hello    I know you and you're welcome to my realm    Granite rocks and green tufts of pasture land    Rolling hills hide the day    In their night time splendor    And went, in article of faith and time    And place    One after the other    Go to the granite halls    And the iron spikes    Crying “Who dares keep my steps here or there?”    I've gone through the ages, spent    And recommend in the almighty name    And rolling in the starry night    In the green blades and black speckles