Lyrics Wilson Pickett

Wilson Pickett

The Night We Called It A Day

There was a moon out in space

But a cloud drifted over it's face

You kissed me and went on your way

The night we called it a day

I heard the song of the spheres

Like a minor lament in my ears

I hadn't the heart left to pray

The night we called it a day

Soft through the dark

The hoot of an owl in the sky

Sad though his song

No bluer was he than I

The moon went down stars were gone

But the sun didn't rise with the dawn

There wasn't a thing left to say

The night we called it a day

There wasn't a thing left to say

The night we called it a day