August 2010
“Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth.” —Joseph Addison, in the “Spectator”
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth.” —Joseph Addison, in the “Spectator”
“
….Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can’t go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I’m painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It’s time that you won
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We’ve still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You’ve made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I’ll sing along
Falling Slowly (excerpt)
