Evening On The Land (For The United States of America)

The Capitol Building, Washington DC, Wednesday, 6 January 2021.

 

Oh come, my little one, come.
The day is almost done.
Be at my side, behold the sight
Of evening on the land.

The life, my love, is hard
And heavy is my heart.
How should I live if you should leave
And we should be apart?

Come, let me hold you tight
Upon the edge of night.
The shadow falls and darkness calls,
The sun has sunk from sight.

The world hangs by a thread
And all the heroes fled.
Like weathered stone, we stand alone
And watch the east in dread.

Be with me in the storm
When angry gods are born.
When flesh is rent and love is spent
And bloody is the dawn.

Oh, come, my little one, come.
The day is almost done.
Be at my side, behold the sight
Of evening on the land.


Chris Trotter

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