Till the Evening Comes
 
By myself just strumming some chords
First warm day of spring
Trying to think up some meaningful words, but not
coming up with a thing
 
Sunlight sparkling on the creek
South wind in the trees
My old dog staring so far away, and I 
wonder what he sees
 
Chorus
 
I guess I don’t really have a thing to say, so I’ll just
sit here in the sun
The world will spin along without me, anyway
Till the evening comes
And my time is done
 
Martins making their happy sounds
Chattering away
A long trip back from Brazil, I guess, so they’ve
got a whole lot to say
 
Red wings socialize in the reeds
Grackles plot and scheme
Squirrels scold but man, I just don’t care, ‘cause I’m
content to doze here and dream
 
Chorus
 

By myself, just strumming some chords
First warm day of spring
Trying to think up some meaningful words, but not
coming up with a thing
 
Chorus
 
Words and music © 2023 by David Massey
 
David - rhythm guitar and lead vocal
Jay Byrd - guitar, whistle outro
Miles Lieder - drums
Sally Love - backing vocals
Jim Robeson - bass
Bill Starks - piano
Fred Travers - dobro