Sleep Softly (Arr. David le Page) - Orchestra of the Swan, David Le Page, Eleanor Turner & Daniele Rosina

Speak softly love And hold me warm against your heart I feel your words The tender trembling moments start We're in our world Our very own Sharing a love that only Few have ever known Wine colored days, warmed by the sun Deep velvet nights, when we are one Speak softly love So no one hears us but the sky The vows of love we make Will live until we die My life is yours And all because You came into my world with Love so softly love [Musical interlude Speak softly love So no one hears us but the sky The vows of love we make Will live until we die My life is yours And all because You came into my world with Love so softly love

I'm mad as hell again One of my spells again Bout time for all of them to ask me if I'm well again Don't wake me up, my love Them folks'll suck it up They'll find another man to give a damn about loading trucks I hate to be like that Mondays just beat my ass I'd muster up a fuss and say how could I not fight back When I get out of bed If I don't feel half dead I'm gonna ride the lines to pass the time that I got left Call me what you want But don't call me no matter what it's for I hate to say it But I hate to fake shit so much fuckin more I may be going crazy Take your baby to the liquor store Just grab the water bottle Pour it all into it, Eleanor I must have blown a fuse Seems that's what old trucks do I'd pop the hood and check Maybe wreck and make the news My momma said one day That they'd all know my name Guess she forgot to mention how I'd get this hometown fame I guess you can't predict A train that you'd might hit And if you could I guess it wouldn't really change one thing I found a cigarette just lying on my chest I don't remember sparking or the scar it must have left Call me what you want But don't call me no matter what it's for I hate to say it But I hate to fake shit so much fuckin more I may be going crazy Take your baby to the liquor store Just grab the water bottle Pour it all to it, Eleanor