I heard it in the wind last night
It sounded like applause
Chilly now
End of summer
No more shiny hot nights
It was just the arbutus rustling
And the bumping of the logs
And the moon swept down black water
Like an empty spotlight
If there's a better-written verse than this anywhere in popular music, then I've never seen it. A masterful song brought to a spine-tingling end.
I heard it in the wind last night It sounded like applause Chilly now End of summer No more shiny hot nights It was just the arbutus rustling And the bumping of the logs And the moon swept down black water Like an empty spotlight
If there's a better-written verse than this anywhere in popular music, then I've never seen it. A masterful song brought to a spine-tingling end.