Sleep Cover me with your blanket Get me out of this world For a spell Take me away To the world of dreams Where I'm not afraid of silence Where I'm not
tenously visible, love as the sweetest thing. Al Bowlly, Jack Buchanan, sing on, dreaming of the lamps and the beautiful ladies, bowed lips packed with blood, the staged kisses trembling under the placid stars
is gonna be The world will sleep without me What a night this is gonna be The world will sleep without me What a night, this is gonna be The world will sleep
are haunted days the year is facing its old age I met her from work at three to see her home so she could catch some sleep Everything's a little everything
she's gone again. Watching headlights far away, Aching at the close of the day, Walking and wishing she Were sharing the evening with me. And I recall silently not sleeping
at Inverness A rainy Cley-next-the-Sea Her swinging on a tyre Me taking her picture A station frozen in time March stars in a Norfolk sky Her sleeping
sight That much must be clear I dream and want but I don't try I just long and long for those dark eyes Someone I can almost feel And my life sleeps
Twelve forty eight The radio plays I'm all set to take a journey Britain sleeps Under winter stars Street lights stretch out before me Twelve forty eight
In The Morning And I Can't Go To Sleep My Nights Are So Lonely That You're Not With Me I Look out My Window And I See A Falling Star And I'm Wishing That
The Morning And I Can't Go To Sleep My Nights Are So Lonely That You're Not With Me I Look out My Window And I See A Falling Star And I'm Wishing That