Care-charming sleep, thou easer of all woes
Brother to death, sweetly thy self dispose
On this afflicted prince, fall like a cloud
In gentle show're, give nothing that is loud
Pass by his troubled senses; sing his pain
Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain
Into this princes gently, oh gently slide
And kiss him into slumber like a bride
On this afflicted prince, fall like a cloud
In gentle show're, give nothing that is loud
Or painful to his slumbers; easy, sweet
And as a purling stream, thou son of night
Pass by his troubled senses; sing his pain
Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain
Into this princes gently, oh gently slide
And kiss him into slumber like a bride
Lame Immortelle - Silver Rain Lyrics
Lame Immortelle - Silver Rain Lyrics
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Care-charming sleep, thou easer of all woes
Brother to death, sweetly thy self dispose
On this afflicted prince, fall like a cloud
In gentle show're, give nothing that is loud
Pass by his troubled senses; sing his pain
Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain
Into this princes gently, oh gently slide
And kiss him into slumber like a bride
On this afflicted prince, fall like a cloud
In gentle show're, give nothing that is loud
Or painful to his slumbers; easy, sweet
And as a purling stream, thou son of night
Pass by his troubled senses; sing his pain
Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain
Into this princes gently, oh gently slide
And kiss him into slumber like a bride
Brother to death, sweetly thy self dispose
On this afflicted prince, fall like a cloud
In gentle show're, give nothing that is loud
Pass by his troubled senses; sing his pain
Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain
Into this princes gently, oh gently slide
And kiss him into slumber like a bride
On this afflicted prince, fall like a cloud
In gentle show're, give nothing that is loud
Or painful to his slumbers; easy, sweet
And as a purling stream, thou son of night
Pass by his troubled senses; sing his pain
Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain
Into this princes gently, oh gently slide
And kiss him into slumber like a bride
Writer: KIM L. OWENS, MARCUS MILLER, ERIC PATRICK CLAPTON, BILL WITHERS, JOEL ALAN KIBBLE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BLEUNIG MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BLEUNIG MUSIC