Right before the you close your eyes Whispering your 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 blossom 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
Right before you sleep at night Closing up the blind In the window's 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 thereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
