Kirsty McGee - Sandman

right before the you close your eyes whispering your prayers when the sandman blows your eyes i'll be there when you wake up in the night sounds the second stair that creaks under the careless foot i'll be there gather roses while you may while the bloom is full for the blossom soon will fade and the bloom grow dull right before the morning light creeps soft upon the sill when the shadows chase the night i never will when your voice is softly heard singing in the morning air but the note does not ring true i'll be there right before you sleep at night closing up the blind in the window's black embrace if you find the face of a lover long-forgot forgotten eyes, forgotten hair forgotten words that stretch like salt i'll be there