Last page for the voice

I request, in the half light 

Even now the ten o'clock shadows 

Lead you to the country side 

And the big rocks, and the pasture 

With the stars winking a smile 

Love in the clear wafting cool 

With your jacket flapping in the breeze 

And the evening is a good place to lie down 

And let the music play 

Again roaming through the hills 

In the market place, some where behind 

And the tools, all on the shelf 

And the wheels turning some other time 

While your only thrill is the night 

Stars winking hello 

I know you and you're welcome to my realm 

Granite rocks and green tufts of pasture land 

Rolling hills hide the day 

In their night time splendor 

And went, in article of faith and time 

And place 

One after the other 

Go to the granite halls 

And the iron spikes 

Crying “Who dares keep my steps here or there?” 

I've gone through the ages, spent 

And recommend in the almighty name 

And rolling in the starry night 

In the green blades and black speckles