About the song

There’s something hauntingly beautiful about Barry Manilow’s “Here Comes the Night.” It’s not the kind of song that sweeps you away in a burst of joy — it’s the kind that settles quietly in your heart, like a sigh you’ve held for too long. This is a song for those quiet hours when the world slows down, and you finally have to face the feelings you’ve been trying to outrun.

Released in the late 1970s, “Here Comes the Night” carries that unmistakable Manilow magic — lush orchestration, tender piano lines, and a voice that seems to know exactly what heartbreak sounds like. But what makes this song special isn’t just its melody; it’s its emotional honesty. The lyrics unfold like the softest confession, speaking of loneliness, remembrance, and the weight of nightfall when you’re missing someone who’s no longer there.

Manilow has always had a way of turning emotion into atmosphere. In this song, the night itself becomes a metaphor — a companion, a reminder, even an adversary. The moment dusk arrives, so do the memories. You can feel that ache in his delivery: the quiet tremor in his voice, the way he holds back tears through control and grace. It’s a performance that feels lived-in — as though he’s not just singing about loss, but living it as he sings.

There’s a timelessness in “Here Comes the Night.” It belongs to that golden era when ballads were cinematic, when songs painted entire emotional landscapes in just a few chords. Listening to it now feels like opening an old letter — the ink faded, but the words still full of life. It’s not just about sorrow; it’s about remembering that even in darkness, beauty lingers. Because when the night comes, so does everything you once loved — and maybe, that’s both the pain and the comfort of it all.

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