not now not yet(2)

I wonder how it felt

beneath the early sun

each sunset keeps me still

the tree has shed its lills

the wind the evnin chill, its hardest to receive

The sun below the trees, startin to get cold

holding now through change, the day grows old

I missed the mornin heat, fall upon my face

I wish I knew you then, its always sunset in this place.

(Sitar solo)

not now not yet the sun wont set