Eventide - Ásgeir

Lyrics by：Ásgeir Trausti Einarsson

Composed by：Ásgeir Trausti Einarsson

Lily flower looks up into the sun

On the morning when life was taken from her

In an instant torn up by the root

Now there's nothing save a bed of stones

Eventide and a cool playful breeze

And in my ear a soft voice to me whispers

When life passes it leaves in it's wake

A tiny void an absence nothing more

Always helps to find

Deep down inside your mind

A memory warm and dear

A memory warm and dear

You know sorrow has it's own way

But as humans we do not want to see it

She is fickle she's stubborn and cold

She doesn't give or take she only is

Lily flower looks up into the sun

On the morning when life was taken from her

In an instant torn up by the root

Now there's nothing save a bed of stones

Always helps to find

Deep down inside your mind

A memory warm and dear

A memory warm and dear