Alpenglow
written by Gary Marks © 1976 Arewea Co. ASCAP

Running away like the sun setting cold
with only a remembrance of alpenglow
and its hundreds of miles between.

There are times I’m the clouds and times I’m the sun
but it always just depends upon the afterglow
and that's when I look to you.
 
Colors of a windy evening fade into the mist of distant blues.
 
All of the colors I've felt from you
seem a mere reflection of the ones that don't shine through. 
And they've finally darkened you.
 
Colors of a windy evening fade into the mist of distant blues.
 
Running away like the stars growing old,
with only a remembrance of alpenglow.
And its hundreds of miles between.