Song parody of
The Elf
by Al Stewart
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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 grey 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 grey 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
But sing, sing to me your song
Sing, for I belong to the night
In the grey 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 clapped through the night
And with grey morning light
He was gone
Now whispering wind plays o'er 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
And so I sing, sing to you my song
Sing, for I belong to the night
In the grey morning light
I'll be gone
So I sing, sing to you my song
Sing, for I belong to the night
In the grey morning light
I'll be gone
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 grey 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 grey 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
But sing, sing to me your song
Sing, for I belong to the night
In the grey 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 clapped through the night
And with grey morning light
He was gone
Now whispering wind plays o'er 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
And so I sing, sing to you my song
Sing, for I belong to the night
In the grey morning light
I'll be gone
So I sing, sing to you my song
Sing, for I belong to the night
In the grey morning light
I'll be gone
