Letras:Rebekka Bakken. Morning Hours. October Nights.

Winds roll in from the north, nights get cold
Evening hours seem to start too early every year
Oh lonely is the one who can?t
Forgive himself
Then no one else
Can enter through his heart

Cold, cold October night
Memories he holds too tight

Water falls from clouds that cannot hold
Somewhere down the riverbank runs something she once had
Long gone, empty is the one who can?t
Forget the past
And all she was
Moments never last

Cold, cold October rain
Nothing ever stays the same

Pictures of a life in paints of gold
Evening hours close the last of stories that grew old
Oh blessed is the one who knows
October nights and never hides
From autumn nights alone

Cold, cold October night
Memories he holds too tight
Cold, cold October rain
Nothing ever stays the same