[Em]Shadows lengthen on the ridge, the [D]sun is sinking low
[C]One side's bathed in darkness, the [D]other's all aglow
And you [Em]camp there at that border 'tween the [D]darkness and the light
[C]Waiting for the coming of the [D]night
And you think you hear a [Em]whisper
[Em]Is it a spirit from the darkness [D]whispering soft and low
Or a [C]voice still inside your head from [D]many years ago
Or an
[Em]angel trying to warn you, you don't
[C]know
[D][Em]The glow from the fire is [D]holding back the night
As you [C]wait for fitful slumber and the [D]dawn and the morning light
Then your [Em]eyes begin to close and your [D]mind begins to dream
Of [C]ghosts and spirits that cannot be [D]seen
And you think you hear a [Em]whisper
[Em]Is it a spirit from the darkness [D]whispering soft and low
Or a [C]voice still inside your head from [D]many years ago
Or an
[Em]angel trying to warn you, you don't
[C]know
[D][Em]You wake up in the morning to a [D]softly blowing breeze
[C]Clearing out the morning mist and [D]rustling the leaves
And the [Em]ghosts and the shadows of the [D]lonely night are gone
Re-[C]placed by the coming of the [D]dawn
With its gentle [Em]whisper
[D]Yeah with its gentle [Em]whisper [D] [Em]