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A wistful air
The orchestra part is from SinJam
Words and melody by Stephen Kemp
VOX by Stephen kemp and Anne Cozean
The orchestra part is from SinJam
Words and melody by Stephen Kemp
VOX by Stephen kemp and Anne Cozean
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Lyrics
Longing
Why do I ever think about you,
When I know you're already gone We could
never get together
It's long since past time to go on,
We spent our lives in touch with each other
We would phone or drop a line
We could never seem to find the
When or where or how and
Now we're out of time.
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We could never seem to find the
When or where or how and
Now we're out of time.
You were asking if I'd come with you
And lend to you my ear
So you could pour your honey in
And try to soothe that old-time fear.
You can tell I'm reading from your ancient letter
That made me laugh, and I had to sigh
But now I thought that it might be better
So I called to call you, but I don't know just why.
We could never seem to
Find the when
Or where or how and
Now we're out of time.
Why do I ever think about you,
When I know you're already gone We could
never get together
It's long since past time to go on,
We spent our lives in touch with each other
We would phone or drop a line
We could never seem to find the
When or where or how and
Now we're out of time.
---
We could never seem to find the
When or where or how and
Now we're out of time.
You were asking if I'd come with you
And lend to you my ear
So you could pour your honey in
And try to soothe that old-time fear.
You can tell I'm reading from your ancient letter
That made me laugh, and I had to sigh
But now I thought that it might be better
So I called to call you, but I don't know just why.
We could never seem to
Find the when
Or where or how and
Now we're out of time.
Moviz
personal sounding song both vocal and lyric-wise. Just the right tones in the vocals, but of course I wouldn't expect any less from either of you. The backing too is very in keeping with the melancholic mood, love it, regards M