LYRICS Some day Darling, when you're dead With this wilting world you've wed And all I have of you to keep. God rest your blessed busy head. Our words you tell, into my sleep, Someday when your shadows flower And petals blossom by the hour, I'll take my day off to your grave And let the mighty winds devour And give you one triumphant wave. God knows that I still here you. Darling, I still hear you laughing. But only for a minute And then you're gone a minute And then you're long gone Like the day from the moon. Like the child from his high balloon. Someday while my mouth's still warm And everyone has been informed, I'll think of what you said last May To let them not be long forlonged But burried in some better way, Along the Lake Superior shore. God knows that I still hear you. Darling, I still hear you singing, But only for a minute And then you're gone a minute And then you're long gone Like the day from the moon. Like a child from his high balloon.
Wanna see them both live
I always love it when songs can make me cry. This is so incredibly beautiful.
Intensely beautiful and deeply touching.
LYRICS
Some day Darling, when you're dead
With this wilting world you've wed
And all I have of you to keep.
God rest your blessed busy head.
Our words you tell, into my sleep,
Someday when your shadows flower
And petals blossom by the hour,
I'll take my day off to your grave
And let the mighty winds devour
And give you one triumphant wave.
God knows that I still here you.
Darling, I still hear you laughing.
But only for a minute
And then you're gone a minute
And then you're long gone
Like the day from the moon.
Like the child from his high balloon.
Someday while my mouth's still warm
And everyone has been informed,
I'll think of what you said last May
To let them not be long forlonged
But burried in some better way,
Along the Lake Superior shore.
God knows that I still hear you.
Darling, I still hear you singing,
But only for a minute
And then you're gone a minute
And then you're long gone
Like the day from the moon.
Like a child from his high balloon.
beautiful
Always looking forward to hearing Adrianne’s music
on a bench inside my heart i'm still sitting next to you, feeling your breath, caressing your warm palms with my thin fingers
Yes
someone please tell me where ive heard this song before
I'm trying to figure out too...
Me too
same feeling... it kind of reminds me of the innocence mission-green bus...
cant wait for abysskiss
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Buck Meat..... Meek....... Sorry.