Good things happen when you keep listening SoundCloud signed out. It takes you on a different journey beyond your usual preferences- likes, follows; makes you listen to unknown artists who otherwise you might not come to know about. Like I didn't know someone named Kirsty McGee exists before I had stumbled on this beautifully written, composed song. Not sure, why it reminds me of Leonard Cohen's 'I am your man' though. 'Gather roses while you may'- this line, I think, is inspired from 'Gather ye rosebuds while ye may' by English poet Robert Herrick from his poem called 'To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time'.
Right before you close your eyes
Whispering yours prayers
When the sandman blows your eyes
I'll be there
When you wake up in the night
Sounds the second stair
That creaks under the careless foot
I'll be there
Gather roses while you may
While the bloom is full
For the blossoms soon will fade
And the bloom grow dull
Right before the morning light Creeps soft upon the sill When the shadows chase the night I never will When your voice is softly heard Singing in the morning air But the note does not ring true I'll be there Gather roses while you may While the bloom is full For the blossoms soon will fade And the bloom grow dull Right before you sleep at night Closing up the blinds In the windows black embrace If you find The face of a lover long forgot Forgotten eyes forgotten hair Forgotten words that stretch like salt I'll be there Gather roses while you may While the bloom is full For the blossoms soon will fade And the bloom grow dull Right before you close your eyes Whispering yours prayers When the sandman blow your eyes
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Right before the morning light Creeps soft upon the sill When the shadows chase the night I never will When your voice is softly heard Singing in the morning air But the note does not ring true I'll be there Gather roses while you may While the bloom is full For the blossoms soon will fade And the bloom grow dull Right before you sleep at night Closing up the blinds In the windows black embrace If you find The face of a lover long forgot Forgotten eyes forgotten hair Forgotten words that stretch like salt I'll be there Gather roses while you may While the bloom is full For the blossoms soon will fade And the bloom grow dull Right before you close your eyes Whispering yours prayers When the sandman blow your eyes
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