The Embrace of Night
Looking for the first album album painting
That my father sent away
But I'm forty years too late
Not finding it of course
But the streets he used to go
And the bars he used to know
Through the long nights you will go
You'll be waiting you'll be slow
To sense what it's like
A psychedelic scholar's gone
But his words reverberates on
They will not turn to dust
All the beauty of this place
Where I am to get the news
Songs that won't be heard again
Through the long nights you will go
You'll be waiting, you'll be slow
To sense what it's like
Roses given and received
Different reasons different times
You will see it when you're through
The embrace of night comes
Slowly to us here
Like an arm around your back
Sleep falls gently on her now
She's free to drift away
Where no one else can come
And she's still with me here
In a living loving now
To rest by a painted turning wheel
Although hot and tired we go
Taking an elevator up
To a closed church on a hill
Through the long nights you will go
You'll be waiting, you'll be slow
To sense what it's like
Roses given and received
Different reasons different times
You will see it when you're through
The embrace of night comes
Slowly to us here
Like an arm around your back
Sleep falls gently on her now
She's free to drift away
Where no one else can come
That my father sent away
But I'm forty years too late
Not finding it of course
But the streets he used to go
And the bars he used to know
Through the long nights you will go
You'll be waiting you'll be slow
To sense what it's like
A psychedelic scholar's gone
But his words reverberates on
They will not turn to dust
All the beauty of this place
Where I am to get the news
Songs that won't be heard again
Through the long nights you will go
You'll be waiting, you'll be slow
To sense what it's like
Roses given and received
Different reasons different times
You will see it when you're through
The embrace of night comes
Slowly to us here
Like an arm around your back
Sleep falls gently on her now
She's free to drift away
Where no one else can come
And she's still with me here
In a living loving now
To rest by a painted turning wheel
Although hot and tired we go
Taking an elevator up
To a closed church on a hill
Through the long nights you will go
You'll be waiting, you'll be slow
To sense what it's like
Roses given and received
Different reasons different times
You will see it when you're through
The embrace of night comes
Slowly to us here
Like an arm around your back
Sleep falls gently on her now
She's free to drift away
Where no one else can come
Credits
Writer(s): Stellan Wahlström
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