Song | Postcard Lovers |
Artist | Stacey Kent |
Album | Dreamer in Concert |
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[00:16.850] | Lately I've become such a postcard lover |
[00:26.020] | Especially of the ones I get from you |
[00:34.160] | And if, these days, they don't come quite so often |
[00:42.320] | They charm me more than ever when they do |
[00:50.620] | I picture you beside a sunny harbour |
[01:00.370] | Waiting for a boat to come to shore |
[01:08.820] | Your finger lingering on a postcard spinner |
[01:16.890] | In the doorway of a tacky tourist store |
[01:25.420] | Or whiling away those warm enchanted evenings |
[01:34.310] | Writing in the corner of some café |
[01:42.860] | Those careless collections of words and feelings |
[01:50.680] | You happened to feel like sending me that day |
[01:59.190] | I save every card, although it gets hard |
[02:07.730] | To keep some order amongst those random souvenirs |
[02:16.460] | It amazes me some, the way we've become |
[02:24.710] | Such postcard lovers, divided by the oceans |
[02:34.530] | And the years |
[03:41.600] | Have you found yourself some wonderful companion |
[03:49.000] | And all the happiness that heaven allows |
[03:57.810] | Or are you homesick for that grey and drizzly nation |
[04:05.950] | As you walk home amidst the evening crowds |
[04:13.710] | The postcards I send to you from my own travels |
[04:22.890] | Can hardly match the ones you send to me |
[04:31.000] | But at least I give you news of what I'm doing |
[04:39.630] | And open my heart to you occasionally |
[04:48.030] | Looking back on all the cards you've written |
[04:56.520] | From every far-flung corner beneath the sun |
[05:04.490] | They say so little of the life you're really leading |
[05:13.040] | So little of the person you've become |
[05:21.770] | But they still bear the traces of all the special places |
[05:30.200] | We've kept deep within our hopes and in our fears |
[05:38.390] | It amazes me some, the way we've become |
[05:46.410] | Such postcard lovers, divided by the oceans |
[05:55.310] | And the years |
[00:16.850] | Lately I' ve become such a postcard lover |
[00:26.020] | Especially of the ones I get from you |
[00:34.160] | And if, these days, they don' t come quite so often |
[00:42.320] | They charm me more than ever when they do |
[00:50.620] | I picture you beside a sunny harbour |
[01:00.370] | Waiting for a boat to come to shore |
[01:08.820] | Your finger lingering on a postcard spinner |
[01:16.890] | In the doorway of a tacky tourist store |
[01:25.420] | Or whiling away those warm enchanted evenings |
[01:34.310] | Writing in the corner of some cafe |
[01:42.860] | Those careless collections of words and feelings |
[01:50.680] | You happened to feel like sending me that day |
[01:59.190] | I save every card, although it gets hard |
[02:07.730] | To keep some order amongst those random souvenirs |
[02:16.460] | It amazes me some, the way we' ve become |
[02:24.710] | Such postcard lovers, divided by the oceans |
[02:34.530] | And the years |
[03:41.600] | Have you found yourself some wonderful companion |
[03:49.000] | And all the happiness that heaven allows |
[03:57.810] | Or are you homesick for that grey and drizzly nation |
[04:05.950] | As you walk home amidst the evening crowds |
[04:13.710] | The postcards I send to you from my own travels |
[04:22.890] | Can hardly match the ones you send to me |
[04:31.000] | But at least I give you news of what I' m doing |
[04:39.630] | And open my heart to you occasionally |
[04:48.030] | Looking back on all the cards you' ve written |
[04:56.520] | From every farflung corner beneath the sun |
[05:04.490] | They say so little of the life you' re really leading |
[05:13.040] | So little of the person you' ve become |
[05:21.770] | But they still bear the traces of all the special places |
[05:30.200] | We' ve kept deep within our hopes and in our fears |
[05:38.390] | It amazes me some, the way we' ve become |
[05:46.410] | Such postcard lovers, divided by the oceans |
[05:55.310] | And the years |
[00:16.850] | Lately I' ve become such a postcard lover |
[00:26.020] | Especially of the ones I get from you |
[00:34.160] | And if, these days, they don' t come quite so often |
[00:42.320] | They charm me more than ever when they do |
[00:50.620] | I picture you beside a sunny harbour |
[01:00.370] | Waiting for a boat to come to shore |
[01:08.820] | Your finger lingering on a postcard spinner |
[01:16.890] | In the doorway of a tacky tourist store |
[01:25.420] | Or whiling away those warm enchanted evenings |
[01:34.310] | Writing in the corner of some café |
[01:42.860] | Those careless collections of words and feelings |
[01:50.680] | You happened to feel like sending me that day |
[01:59.190] | I save every card, although it gets hard |
[02:07.730] | To keep some order amongst those random souvenirs |
[02:16.460] | It amazes me some, the way we' ve become |
[02:24.710] | Such postcard lovers, divided by the oceans |
[02:34.530] | And the years |
[03:41.600] | Have you found yourself some wonderful companion |
[03:49.000] | And all the happiness that heaven allows |
[03:57.810] | Or are you homesick for that grey and drizzly nation |
[04:05.950] | As you walk home amidst the evening crowds |
[04:13.710] | The postcards I send to you from my own travels |
[04:22.890] | Can hardly match the ones you send to me |
[04:31.000] | But at least I give you news of what I' m doing |
[04:39.630] | And open my heart to you occasionally |
[04:48.030] | Looking back on all the cards you' ve written |
[04:56.520] | From every farflung corner beneath the sun |
[05:04.490] | They say so little of the life you' re really leading |
[05:13.040] | So little of the person you' ve become |
[05:21.770] | But they still bear the traces of all the special places |
[05:30.200] | We' ve kept deep within our hopes and in our fears |
[05:38.390] | It amazes me some, the way we' ve become |
[05:46.410] | Such postcard lovers, divided by the oceans |
[05:55.310] | And the years |