The Elf - Al Stewart

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 gray 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 gray morning light, I’ll be gone

My fumbling fingers found the chords

My trembling 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 gray 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 gray morning light, he was gone

Now, the whispering wind plays over 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 gray morning light, I’ll be gone