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A song about writing letters and the very early morning
Lyrics by Emily Dickinson from "This is my letter to the world" and "When night is almost done".
More Emily at - http://myweb.dal.ca/waue/Trans/0-TransList.html -
All vocals by: D.S.
Music written and performed by IT
Lyrics by Emily Dickinson from "This is my letter to the world" and "When night is almost done".
More Emily at - http://myweb.dal.ca/waue/Trans/0-TransList.html -
All vocals by: D.S.
Music written and performed by IT
This is my letter to the world - When night is almost done (Lyrics by Emily Dickinson)
This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,-
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
When Night is almost done
And Sunrise grows so near
That we can touch the Spaces
It's time to smooth the Hair
And get the Dimples ready
And wonder we could care
For that old — faded Midnight
That frightened — but an Hour
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!
When Night is almost done
And Sunrise grows so near
That we can touch the Spaces
It's time to smooth the Hair
And get the Dimples ready
And wonder we could care
For that old — faded Midnight
That frightened — but an Hour
This is my letter to the world, ------ Her message is committed
That never wrote to me, ------ To hands I cannot see;
The simple news that Nature told, ------ For love of her, sweet countrymen,
With tender majesty. ------ Judge tenderly of me!
With tender majesty.
This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,-
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
When Night is almost done
And Sunrise grows so near
That we can touch the Spaces
It's time to smooth the Hair
And get the Dimples ready
And wonder we could care
For that old — faded Midnight
That frightened — but an Hour
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!
When Night is almost done
And Sunrise grows so near
That we can touch the Spaces
It's time to smooth the Hair
And get the Dimples ready
And wonder we could care
For that old — faded Midnight
That frightened — but an Hour
This is my letter to the world, ------ Her message is committed
That never wrote to me, ------ To hands I cannot see;
The simple news that Nature told, ------ For love of her, sweet countrymen,
With tender majesty. ------ Judge tenderly of me!
With tender majesty.
