Black Nights - Doug MacLeod

Black Nights, Black Nights

What do you hold for me?

I can’t understand my baby

What can the trouble be?

Late at night I wonder

While the darkness cover me

I feel just like a blind man

I got no chance to see

The wind is howling

Sound like a mad man at my door

Now I’m down here to wonder

Like so many nights before

I see the dawn is breaking

I hear a songbird in the tree

He singing for his morning

But it remains Black Night for me