Allan Taylor Still He Sings song lyrics

After night there comes the day

And so the dark will pass away

Through the dawn a wondrous thing is born

Comes the day

When the minstrel sings his song

And the people wander on

Still he sings for the pleasure music brings

When the words begin to rhyme

And then flow as rich as wine

Then you've heard, the poets spoken word

Rich as wine

When the colours seem to fade

Perhaps you're standing in the shade

Just for you the colours filter through

Just for you

After night there comes the day

And so the dark will pass away

Through the dawn a wondrous thing is born

Comes the day