Quiet Places

In the early, pearly morning
When the sun begins to rise
And all the flowers lift their faces…
Show me, show me, show me
In a world that’s all gone mad
That there are still Quiet Places
With the sunlight in your hair
And the ocean in your eyes
And heaven shining up above you
Tell me, tell me, tell me
In a world that’s less than kind
That you don’t mind that I love you
I got to love you
Because I do
I never tried to
You simply fell into my life
Into my life
Into my life
In the chilly days of Autumn
When the city lies in smoke
And the country leaves are turning colours
If you, if you, if you
If you’d only say the word
You can sit by my fire
For the city’s days are numbered
And the towns have all grown cold
My eyes are longing for the spaces
Love me, love me, love me
In a world that’s growing old
And we will find Quiet Places
Quiet Places
Quiet Places