Lyrics from the album "As you're vanishing in silence"
At that hour when all stars are so close
I see the distance in your eyes
now please tell me all of your lies
all your words are falling down as the wind blows
sleep now sleep until sunrise
When the night is gone you'll be alone
with no one to dry tears from your eyes
and I will leave without apologise
and the night wind whispering as a drone
when I'm forever gone
Please close your eyes and fall asleep, time has come
you will se me in your dreams
at that hour when your fears flow in streams
I will go and leave you there all alone
but now please fall asleep, have sweet dreams
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Lyrics from the albums "Rain has fallen all the day" and "Chamber music"
At that hour when all things have repose,
O lonely watcher of the skies,
Do you hear the night wind and the sighs
Of harps playing unto Love to unclose
The pale gates of sunrise?
When all things repose, do you alone
Awake to hear the sweet harps play
To Love before him on his way,
And the night wind answering in antiphon
Till night is overgone?
Play on, invisible harps, unto Love,
Whose way in heaven is aglow
At that hour when soft lights come and go,
Soft sweet music in the air above
And in the earth below.
(From a poem by James Joyce)
At that hour when all stars are so close
I see the distance in your eyes
now please tell me all of your lies
all your words are falling down as the wind blows
sleep now sleep until sunrise
When the night is gone you'll be alone
with no one to dry tears from your eyes
and I will leave without apologise
and the night wind whispering as a drone
when I'm forever gone
Please close your eyes and fall asleep, time has come
you will se me in your dreams
at that hour when your fears flow in streams
I will go and leave you there all alone
but now please fall asleep, have sweet dreams
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Lyrics from the albums "Rain has fallen all the day" and "Chamber music"
At that hour when all things have repose,
O lonely watcher of the skies,
Do you hear the night wind and the sighs
Of harps playing unto Love to unclose
The pale gates of sunrise?
When all things repose, do you alone
Awake to hear the sweet harps play
To Love before him on his way,
And the night wind answering in antiphon
Till night is overgone?
Play on, invisible harps, unto Love,
Whose way in heaven is aglow
At that hour when soft lights come and go,
Soft sweet music in the air above
And in the earth below.
(From a poem by James Joyce)