Marianne Faithfull
Marianne Faithfull
Marianne Faithfull
Marianne Faithfull
Marianne Faithfull
Marianne Faithfull
Marianne Faithfull
Marianne Faithfull
Marianne Faithfull
Marianne Faithfull
Marianne Faithfull
Marianne Faithfull
Now is the glimmering spinning beginning
Of something I've prayed for and counted the minutes
To be in the shadows of sheltering meadows
Of night, here with you in my arms
This is the moment that pauses to hold us
As you and I move in a background of wonder
Surrounded by countless enclosures
Of nocturnal unspoken music of joy
Counting times you have stood at the foot of my ivory tower
And waited, and called out my name by the hour
And counted on the wings of my heartstrings
To carry the sound, I have counted on pleading
You see how I need you, come down
And now between twilight and midnight I come to you
Down in my gown of soft moonbeams and starlight
Bright is the evening, the breezes have fenced us
And nestled against us -
You're here -
And warm
And mine till the time
When the dawn will awake you
The morning will shake you
The highway will take you
But now all the rays of the moon making bouquets
Will swim through the luster of lingering street lights
We count on the night to hold everything even
And count on forgetting that you will be leaving
And destiny's folded and then in the dawn you'll be gone
But now as the gardens of softening night time
Are blossoming slowly around where we are
You and I come together
And walk through the dreams of the stars
So here while the song of the deepening evening
Is singing to me from the light in your eyes
We can count on each other to move to the beach of tomorrow
And know where we've been
Counting was written by Bob Lind.
Counting was produced by Mike Leander.