Thea Prum: Evening have come to tell me the day is gone.
Thea Prum: One more mile go before I sleep tonight.
Thea Prum: For the night has come, and to all a sweet dream.
Thea Prum: The last color of Autumn.
Thea Prum: The last color of Autumn.
Thea Prum: Oh where have the children gone?
Thea Prum: In the twilight hour I reached out to thee for warmth and comfort.
Thea Prum: Loving you close and loving you softly.