Ray Eberly

 Blue evening comes at the close of day
 Blue evening, spent in the same old way.
 My future looks as dark as the sky above me
 There must be someone here in this world who loves me.
 A sweet love song, would be so grand to know
 But my love songs are all from the radio
 Another dawn is waiting for me, another day and then
 Another blue evening again.


 cgorman@buncombe.main.nc.us