Falling Asleep

Lyrics for Falling Asleep

Voices moving in the quiet house Thud of feet and muffled shutting doors Out in the night there's autumn-smelling gloom Crowded with the whispering trees Across the park A hollow cry of hounds like lonely bells The low, red, rising moon Now herons call And wrangle by their pool And hooting owls sail above pale stooks of oats Waiting for sleep, I drift from thoughts like these And where today was dream-like, build my dreams Music, a white room below And someone singing a song About a soldier, one hour, two hours ago And soon the song will be last night But now the beauty swings across my brain Ghost of remembered chords Which still can make such radiance That I can watch the marching of my soldiers And count their faces; faces sunlit faces The herons, and the hounds September in the darkness All fading past me into peace When the old light comes in It's as sharp as a knife You feel the drift in the pub As the radio cries September's stars, September's lies September's stars, September's lies When the old light comes in It's as sharp as a knife You feel the drift in the pub As the radio cries I'll know you when I see you Now the mirrors are misted But the room is the same I see the face in the place in the painted lane Ursa major at the edge of the rain Ursa major at the edge of the rain And now the mirrors are misted But the room is the same I see the face in the place in the painted lane I'll know you when I see you Waiting for sleep, I drift from thoughts like these And where today was dream-like, build my dreams Music, a white room below