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evi's memoir

my thoughts, emotions, reminiscences, gratitude & kvetch.

Thursday, November 3

as i lay me down

a song that i used to like and is still on my favourite list. all the happy memories.

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by sophie b. hawkins


it felt like springtime on this february morning
in the courtyard birds were singing your praise
i'm still recalling things you said to make me feel alright
i carried them with me today, now

as i lay me down to sleep
this i pray
that you will hold me dear
though i'm far away
i'll whisper your name into the sky
and i will wake up happy

i wonder why i feel so high
though i am not above the sorrow
heavy hearted
till you call my name
and it sounds like church bells
or the whistle of a train
on a summer evening
i'll run to meet you
barefoot barely breathing

it's not too near for me
like a flower i need the rain
though it's not clear to me
every season has its change
and i will see you
when the sun comes out again

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