My aunty love this song, I remember living with her she would pump this song. Good vibes. Still listening to it 2023
@Nats2010able3 жыл бұрын
Yes, by damn time, been waiting for this ! 20 years later and still a classic !
@felicitykleinsmith814911 ай бұрын
Yessss @Robin...I bought the CD. Still have it ❤
@edwardheynes38802 жыл бұрын
This gem is indescribably beautiful
@kagisokagiso62788 ай бұрын
You wake me up from searching for The Humanity, Humility & Humidity.. The True Peace and Grace of Fantastic many Blessings Be... Music wakes me up...
@hildredfourie76562 жыл бұрын
Hi how r u. Can you also make your gospel music in this type of jazz style PLEASE
@melv55663 жыл бұрын
Finally she’s back
@warrickleeman_ Жыл бұрын
You're like the mystery of angels In that quiet place just before sleep You're like a baby's soft serenity Mmm, you move me In the flame of conversation Like an artist's hand, you move From the dreams before God's evolution You are the quiet boy I knew And in the whispers of our childhood From that place of pensive thought Where we ventured into danger Reminds me of those things we kept And collected over the years Just like those pictures when I was blue These are my memories and traces Oh, of the quiet wild Complacent child that's you And even though on Christmas night I watched the sky for shooting stars I sat right through the wicked night And I have come to understand That we have changed Just like anyone, who's anywhere Are you still there? How do you count your sorrows? Like glass upon the beach And how do you know why tears Is someone else out there crying? Just like those pictures when I was blue These are my memories and traces Of the quiet wild Complacent child that's you And even though on Christmas night I watched the sky for shooting stars I sat right through the wicked night And I have come to understand That we have changed Just like anyone, who's anywhere Are you still there? How many curtains open and close Wait till the night has swept us away How do you count your sorrows? Like glass upon the beach Do you know, do you know, do you know our tears Can I hear someone else out there crying? Just like those pictures when I was blue These are my memories and traces Of the quiet wild Complacent child that's you And even though on Christmas night I watched the sky for shooting stars I sat right through the wicked night And I have come to understand That we have changed Just like anyone, who's anywhere Are you still there?