Chip Taylor Blind Of The Midnight Hour In the days of summer - Just below the Pyrnees Through the wind and through the trees - straight to your heart She came right at you And in the days of summer - with Lisbon by your side If you need a place to hide - come to my arms She said... come to my arms And you took some comfort there... in the days of summer But in the blind of the midnight hour Spanish angels by an open door Fell to their knees they could not cry anymore In the blind of the midnight hour Like a rosary on an ocean floor Don't she sparkle as you go by... as you go by In the days of Autumn - in the skies above Lyon Not knowing where you're coming from - or where you're going You just kept on going But in the days of winter - with the clouds so thick and high You just could not keep the sky - you kept on falling you just kept on falling Oh blue water, blue blue water