right before the you close your eyes 
whispering your prayers 
when the sandman blows your eyes iʼll be there 

when you wake up in the night 
sounds the second stair 
that creaks under the careless foot iʼll 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 [bad word] iʼll be there 

right before you sleep at night 
closing up the blind 
in the windowʼs black embrace if you find 

the face of a lover long-forgot 
forgotten eyes, forgotten hair 
forgotten words that stretch like salt iʼll be there