Night is a savage bird of prey Lost in the rays that arm the day Where have all the shadows gone? Weeping willow, lay Ghosts that haunt and whither to Flowers on your grave There will be trouble on the way I see a great big tidal wave Pack your things and move along Shame we cannot stay Take the road to Avalon Plan a great escape Love: but a distant memory Night is a savage bird of prey Lost in the rays that arm the day Oh, where have all the shadows gone? Weeping willow, lay Ghosts that haunt and whither to Flowers on your grave We can move to Avalon Dip in Nowhere, Spain We can keep the engine on Plan our great escape