( Nine Million Bicycles EP / Hoagy Carmichael & Mitchell Parish, 1927) And now the purple dust of twilight time Steals across the meadows of my heart
And now the purple dusk of twilight time Steals across the meadows of my heart High up in the sky the little stars climb Always reminding me that we're
And now the purple dusk of twilight time Steals across the meadow of my heart High up in the sky the little stars climb Always reminding me that we're
(Hoagy Carmichael, Mitchell Parish) And now the purple dusk of twilight time Steals across the meadow of my heart High up in the sky the little stars
the water. From the brow of hiawatha Gone was every trace of sorrow, As the fog from off the water, As the mist from off the meadow. With a smile
shadow Motionless beneath the water From the bow of hiawatha Gone was every trace of sorrow As the fog from off the water As the mist of the meadow
Shadow Motionless Beneath The Water From The Brow Of Hiawatha Gone Was Every Trace Of Sorrow As The Fog From Off The Water As The Mist Of The Meadow
And now the purple dusk of twilight time Steals across the meadows of my heart High up in the skies, the little stars climb Always reminding me that we
falling like rockets in ruins I'm in the meadows where the roses bloom The orange blossoms shaking loose Lovers talking like lovers do Summer's twilight
And now the purple dust of twilight time Steals across the meadows of my heart High up in the sky, the little stars climb Always reminding me that we'
Lifeless frozen fields lay in the twilight mist, dusk sky lowered, grey clouds are gathering. Night lowers it's wings on the dismal snow deserts, nightfall
All that's left are memories Loose your hand from mine, so pale and cold Turn away, spare yourself from sorrow There beyond the stars I wonder Where meadows
!" "I beseech thee; I entreat me" "O circle of storms, my shield is cracked!" We stand here to cultivate And summon smoke from the meadow A sweep of
'm walking through unvisible gates taking up the burden of ferocity the twilight atones for cries warm sunbeams take refuge I roam through the meadow