IN QUIET PLACES
Its little things - how Stevens sings 'I Should Have Known Better'
And the flowing hand (at loves command) in all your letters
A silver charm on a silver chain ... from a long lost lock, a key
(For a door that once was open to me.....)
But soul-blessed eyes, and the suns' own smile - that were mine once to gaze upon
Are now for someone else entire to bear the beauty of
Will I hear you speaking through the whisper of the wind in quiet places?
By the Boulders, by the Bridge - at the silent water's edge- will I recall the warmth of your embraces?
Will a little of what's left die every day - the spark that turned the Flickr to the flame?
The loss, the lack as my mind goes back to the quiet places
Sweet, they sing the evenings song - soft as a mourning tune
Oh bonny birds (balm to my solitude)
With your wings - would you fly.... out to her Southern sill?
Trill your sacred lullabies - to tell her I love her still...
And if we never meet again - on the cool and shaded lanes In the quiet places
I'll keep the memory - so maybe there can be (against the tide of age) something ageless
Once upon a spring, a summertime my heart carried her heart, she carried mine
And her spirit's still there among the hills in quiet places
Words now stripped of a simple kiss - and voice the velvet tone
Of a passion deep...another breathes...the perfumes I have known
And the world keeps turning - another blue and silver morning in quiet places
In the Valley, on the Crag - the past remains the past (And sorrow has to take us where it takes us....)
But lucky was the man who was so loved...she crossed the seas to know the meaning of
The light we made - so far, so faded - In quiet places
The Lowells - In Quiet Places Lyrics
The Lowells - In Quiet Places Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
IN QUIET PLACES
Its little things - how Stevens sings 'I Should Have Known Better'
And the flowing hand (at loves command) in all your letters
A silver charm on a silver chain ... from a long lost lock, a key
(For a door that once was open to me.....)
But soul-blessed eyes, and the suns' own smile - that were mine once to gaze upon
Are now for someone else entire to bear the beauty of
Will I hear you speaking through the whisper of the wind in quiet places?
By the Boulders, by the Bridge - at the silent water's edge- will I recall the warmth of your embraces?
Will a little of what's left die every day - the spark that turned the Flickr to the flame?
The loss, the lack as my mind goes back to the quiet places
Sweet, they sing the evenings song - soft as a mourning tune
Oh bonny birds (balm to my solitude)
With your wings - would you fly.... out to her Southern sill?
Trill your sacred lullabies - to tell her I love her still...
And if we never meet again - on the cool and shaded lanes In the quiet places
I'll keep the memory - so maybe there can be (against the tide of age) something ageless
Once upon a spring, a summertime my heart carried her heart, she carried mine
And her spirit's still there among the hills in quiet places
Words now stripped of a simple kiss - and voice the velvet tone
Of a passion deep...another breathes...the perfumes I have known
And the world keeps turning - another blue and silver morning in quiet places
In the Valley, on the Crag - the past remains the past (And sorrow has to take us where it takes us....)
But lucky was the man who was so loved...she crossed the seas to know the meaning of
The light we made - so far, so faded - In quiet places
Its little things - how Stevens sings 'I Should Have Known Better'
And the flowing hand (at loves command) in all your letters
A silver charm on a silver chain ... from a long lost lock, a key
(For a door that once was open to me.....)
But soul-blessed eyes, and the suns' own smile - that were mine once to gaze upon
Are now for someone else entire to bear the beauty of
Will I hear you speaking through the whisper of the wind in quiet places?
By the Boulders, by the Bridge - at the silent water's edge- will I recall the warmth of your embraces?
Will a little of what's left die every day - the spark that turned the Flickr to the flame?
The loss, the lack as my mind goes back to the quiet places
Sweet, they sing the evenings song - soft as a mourning tune
Oh bonny birds (balm to my solitude)
With your wings - would you fly.... out to her Southern sill?
Trill your sacred lullabies - to tell her I love her still...
And if we never meet again - on the cool and shaded lanes In the quiet places
I'll keep the memory - so maybe there can be (against the tide of age) something ageless
Once upon a spring, a summertime my heart carried her heart, she carried mine
And her spirit's still there among the hills in quiet places
Words now stripped of a simple kiss - and voice the velvet tone
Of a passion deep...another breathes...the perfumes I have known
And the world keeps turning - another blue and silver morning in quiet places
In the Valley, on the Crag - the past remains the past (And sorrow has to take us where it takes us....)
But lucky was the man who was so loved...she crossed the seas to know the meaning of
The light we made - so far, so faded - In quiet places
Writer: Chris Harland
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid