Nighthawk

A sliver of October moon sinks slow into the western night and the life of a billion stars begin to fade beyond my sight The black curtain of night dissolves as colors flare the eastern sky The glorious hues of morning proudly herald a new sunrise Heaven's light spreads o'er the valley telling all the world to arise Bright autumn leaves upon the trees mimic the grandeur of the sky Sunflowers turn their golden heads to the promise of what's to come A melody from wings on high sing a joyous praise to the sun I get a little misty eyed as other cowboy start to come Can't help but feel a little sad that this night-herders job is done