After The Day Lyrics - Barclay James Harvest

The eyes of night march slowly by 

The last grain falls 

The kneeling man just sighs 

Protected by the one great wall 

Of colored parts 

He probes his clouded mind 

If he takes a look around him 

Is there nothing left to see? 

Is there nothing left at all? 

After the day 

With trembling hands 

He wipes his eyes 

He tries to stand 

But does not feel the need 

The morning sun shines on 

The multicolored cross 

Left standing through it all 

If he takes a look around him 

Is there nothing left to see? 

Is there nothing left at all? 

After the day 

If he takes a look around him 

Is there nothing left to see? 

Is there nothing left at all? 

After the day