A song about the day
rock music
rockbands
70s music
Story behind the song
Walking home from an all nighter and watching the day evolve.
Lyrics
Darkness spreads his hands across the land
Drowns the colours of the golden sands
Weeping willows lift their limbs into the sky
Morning's coming, breaking through the night
Birds won't start singing 'til sun starts his shining,Rainbows are falling and calling me home
This is the magic of the dawn
This is the magic of the dawn