Something about this hour of day Memories flow freely As the earth turns into space Setting time and distance reeling And in this leaning toward the night There is nothing without shadow And no dark without the bright In the angle of the light We were sitting on a hill Finding four-leaf clover Sure that we had time to kill Turning love and friendships over Words were borne upon the breeze Like September leaves we caught them Shared their colors, let them go Just another day in autumn But in that leaning toward the night There was nothing without shadow And no dark without the bright In the angle of the light Winter's chill had long gone by Spring and summer passed before me Nature heaved a heavy sigh Resting up for next year's glory Colder winds would shake the trees Four-leaf clover will stay hidden For fickle luck brought only grief And these memories come unbidden In this leaning toward the night Where there's nothing without shadow And no dark without the bright In the angle of the light Yes, in this leaning toward the night Where there's nothing without shadow But no dark without the bright In the angle of the light