“QUIET NIGHTS” (c) 1976 MSK
INTRO: Quiet Nights, I sit without lights,
Then what I play, accompanies me.
Accompanies me.
I’m a man of refined habits,
But not refined too much.
I’m searching for the spirit
While I find the touch.
Locked inside no prison
But can not call your name.
Outside your rock tree garden
Where silent lovers came.
Mourning come and shed no tears
For those they should have saved
While rocks beneath the water
Become tombstones for the grave.
INTRO: Quiet Nights, I sit without lights,
Then what I play, accompanies me.
Good Music Can Sweep Clean Your Soul. 😀
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That is so true! I also feel as a city boy that spending time hiking or surrounded by natural settings can do the same for me. Sometimes the soul and our sanity just screams for a clean sweep! Very thoughtful. Thank you so much!
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