Interpret:

Gordon Lightfoot

Album:

Sunday Concert

Softly she comes
Whispers the breeze with her passing
In secret love she is laughing
Softly she comes in the night 


Softly she sighs
Sweetly she lies never sleeping
Her fragrance all in my keeping
Softly she comes in the night 


Down the darkened hall
I hear her footsteps on my stair
And she is in my arms once more 


Then softly she goes
Her shining lips in the shadows
Whisper good bye at my window
Softly she goes in the dawn 


Down the darkened hall
I hear her footsteps on my stair
And she is in my arms once more 


Then softly she goes
Her shining lips in the shadows
Whisper good bye at my window
Softly she goes in the dawn
Softly she goes in the dawn