Ask the Night

I have no reasons.
I have no cause.
I have no hard feelings, baby.
I have no secrets. I have no regrets.
I have known nothing I want to forget.
I have known sorrow. I’ve known my share of pain,
But I have known joy no one can name—beyond a name.

A child is born, and she grows old, or so the tale is told
By those who sit by firelight and ask the night, ask the night.

We like to think we have something that’s special.
Yeah, we know that yesterday’s troubles are gone.
We know if we are together,
We’ll always have someplace we belong, yeah always belong with someone.
Well I miss the child I’ll never be, and you, too, miss things that can’t be seen.
If we had everything, would I still feel alone?
Your love is nothing I want to let go.

A child is born, and he grows old, or so the tale is told
By those who sit by firelight and ask the night, ask the night.

Give me tomorrow, give me something to seek, somewhere to be.
I can’t find myself in today.
I’ve learned some lessons.
I’ve nearly lost the strength to care,
But you give me a push, and we’re our way,
We’re almost there, help me find a way.
Soon we’ll have summertime again, sweet, sweet summertime again.

A child is born and she grows old, or so the tale is told.
By those who sit by candlelight and ask the night,
We ask the night not what is right.
Just find that mystery and bring it back to me.
Bring it back to me.
Oh, your love is nothing I want to let go.
Your love is nothing I want to let go.
Your love, your love . . . . (ooh, ah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh).
Don’t let go.

Written in 1992 by Kaia Fowler

Released on Seams of My Heart (c) (p) 2010 Kaia Fowler & Verdant Indigo Music