Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
When the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby, it helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky.
This Lullaby is only a few words, a simple run of chords, quiet here in this spare room, but you can hear it, hear it, wherever you may go, even if I let you down, this lullaby plays on.
It's useless to play lullabies for those who cannot sleep.
Someday we'll all be gone, but lullabies go on and on / They never die, that's how you and I will be
Soft closer of our eyes! Low murmur of tender lullabies!
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
Music is the one art we all have inside. We may not be able to play an instrument, but we can sing along or clap or tap our feet. Have you ever seen a baby bouncing up and down in the crib in time to some music? When you think of it, some of that baby's first messages from his or her parents may have been lullabies, or at least the music of their speaking voices. All of us have had the experience of hearing a tune from childhood and having that melody evoke a memory or a feeling. The music we hear early on tends to stay with us all our lives.
Wherever you will go, I will let you down, But this lullaby goes on.
When I try to describe how I feel when you hold me, I get butterflies, I hear lullabies, it's hard to explain -- like the scent of a rose or the sound of the rain. It's too precious and too wonderful to give it a name.
Holding people away from you, and denying yourself love, that doesn't make you strong. if anything, it makes you weaker. Because you're doing it out of fear.
Birds are settling down for the night, singing lullabies to their young.
The lullaby is the spell whereby the mother attempts to transform herself back from an ogre to a saint.
Ragtime was my lullaby.
Perhaps we are given a mom that we might take into death the memory of a lullaby.
Every sleepy boy and girl in every bed around the world- Can hear the stars up in the sky whispering a lullaby
Your lullaby would waken a drunken goblin!
A lullaby should be timeless because it's a timeless concept - the birth of the child.
I feel like music does have a role to play in waking people up; it can be an alarm clock or it can be a lullaby.
Here a pretty Baby lies Sung asleep with Lullabies: Pray be silent, and not stirre The easie earth that covers her.
River gonna take me, Sing me sweet and sleepy, Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home, It's a far gone lullaby sung many years ago Mama, Mama, many worlds I've come since I first left home
A song is not going to change this damn world. Instead of making people mad about this shitty situation, it's going to make everybody happy. It's a false thing. It's like a lullaby as opposed to a gun. People need to be slapped into reality and music just doesn't do that.
I had no illusions about love anymore. It came, it went, it left casualties or it didn't. People weren't meant to be together forever, regardless of what the songs say.
Everything, in the end, comes down to timing. One second, one minute, one hour could make all the difference.
A successful song comes to sing itself inside the listener. It is cellular and seismic, a wave coalescing in the mind and in the flesh. There is a message outside and a message inside, and those messages are the same, like the pat and thud of two heartbeats, one within you, one surrounding. The message of the lullaby is that it’s okay to dim the eyes for a time, to lose sight of yourself as you sleep and as you grow: if you drift, it says, you’ll drift ashore: if you fall, you will fall into place.
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