Tender is the Night Lyrics

Rosemary shed tears again when she heard of the mishap

Altogether it had been a watery day

But she felt that she had learned something

Though exactly what it was she did not know

Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy

One of those uneventful times that seem at the moment

Only a link between past and future pleasure

But turn out to have been the pleasure itself

We really had a good thing going

Down by the station

Near the midpoint of the river

In the field of jubilation

Flying free in the sun

Sharing crates of rum

Working hard every other day

Trying to make it all flow in some way

Yeah what joy what fun want some have one

And though there wasn't a telephone or a light

Well tender was the night ample was my pay

And always watching with a face of no delight

were seventeen rabbits and a corporate Mr. White

Across the up shine of the indicator lights

the shadow a man who lived right outside

And though there wasn't a telephone or a light

Well tender was the night violent was the wind

Ample was my pay

Oh some nights I toss and I turn for those days

It was taken away how i dream of those days

How it was stolen right away

A man's gloves were frayed

Fog rolled in from yesterday

Fat man on news roared away

Said the roads were tougher tonight

to navigate

Roads washing away

Power lines in a state

Crops drowned in the rain

Yeah those'll wither away

Winds howling away

Like a Satanic choir

Jupiter surrounds us

With cold wildfire

However an old disheveled band of four

Arrived in a rut a splash in the mud

A mess it was and thanks to the rain

And in those days the cats would say that the rain could set skin on fire

Right yeah the hands oh the ways they've worn

Lord I can still feel it now!

I gave my blood and sweat to the thrill

and good lord!

It never gave nothing to me

Final act and my palms

They are ancient now

And amply withered

Alas such is hope it seems!

The station clock struck ten

And it was right around then

That i must've wandered off into a dream

A summer's sky once winter and white

The cold wind traded frost for heat

And the melted plastic hissed as souls danced in the mist

And the oil and the blood dripped through the trees

Some nights I toss and I turn and I dream of those days

Oh I toss and I turn lord

How could they take it away?

Away

It has been a long lesson but I have learned.

Either you think – or else others will have to think for you

And they'll take power from you

pervert and discipline your natural tastes

Civilize and sterilize you

Even though there wasn't a telephone or a light

Well tender was the night that day