| | | | | | | % | It was so late and she’d be sleeping   He came through her home town With the moonlight on the crossroads And the green light shining down        And the bell at the railroad crossing   And the horn from far away And his Silver Eagle passing                            () Half a mile from where she lay | | | | | | | | | | | | % | At his feet a sea of faces   Make devotions with their love Clap their hands and plead their cases            Call for blessings from above Like the rolling waves forever massing   To crash and foam and creep away And the Silver Eagle passing                         () Half a mile from where she lay | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | % | Road signs flow into the headlights   Whisper names and fall behind He finds some honor in the darkness   Hopes for grace and peace of mind And he thinks of how they’d lay together   He’d run his fingers through her hair And he wonders if she’ll ever                           () Come to know that he was there | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |