{"id":2485,"date":"2013-05-30T21:49:08","date_gmt":"2013-05-30T19:49:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helensjoholm.nu\/_eng\/?page_id=2485"},"modified":"2022-05-15T07:36:51","modified_gmt":"2022-05-15T05:36:51","slug":"twilight-images-calling","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/helensjoholm.nu\/_eng\/2006-2010\/kristina-at-carnegie-hall\/twilight-images-calling\/","title":{"rendered":"Twilight Images Calling"},"content":{"rendered":"

Helen Sj\u00f6holm, Russell Watson
\n<\/strong>
\nKristina <\/strong>
\nVoices whisper behind me
\nThey remind me
\nEvery night
\nOf another existence
\nFar in the distance
\nIt comes in sight<\/p>\n

I can see them clear
\nMy folks at the crossroads waving
\nLosing a child forever
\nI see them cry<\/p>\n

It’s as if they’re here
\nMy people of time gone by
\nThey come to me when night is falling
\nTwilight images calling<\/p>\n

Karl Oskar <\/strong>
\nYou’ve been looking all abandoned
\nAnd so desolate lately
\nAnd it breaks my heart to see it
\nBut I think I know why<\/p>\n

Kristina <\/strong>
\nI was only just remembering<\/p>\n

Karl Oskar <\/strong>
\nIt’s our memories blind us
\nWhat you long for lies behind us
\nIn a time long gone by
\nYou know why we came
\nLet us never forget<\/p>\n

Kristina <\/strong>
\nDon’t you ever dream?
\nDo you feel no regret …
\n
\nKarl Oskar & Kristina<\/strong>
\n… for the past and for the old folks
\n
\nKarl Oskar <\/strong>
\nIt’s a child I remember
\nHow she held on to her papa
\nHow he had to let go<\/p>\n

One day they will thank us
\nOur children and their children
\nBecause we crossed an ocean<\/p>\n

Kristina<\/strong>
\nI know they will …
\n
\nKarl Oskar <\/strong>
\nI have an idea
\nAnd I think it’s one that will cheer you up
\nI’m going to write to your father back home
\nI will ask him to send us an apple seed
\nApples from home \u2013 from the old Summer Rose
\nGrowing here in your garden!<\/p>\n

Kristina <\/strong>
\nNever will my children
\nLie in the green grass where I lay<\/p>\n

Never gaze at the same sky
\nWatching the clouds fly
\nA summer’s day<\/p>\n

They will never hear
\nThe sounds of my April evenings
\nSounds of the long day dying
\nWhen day is done<\/p>\n

They will never know
\nThis longing at set of sun
\nThat comes to me when night is falling
\nTwilight images calling<\/p>\n

\u00a9 2010 Mono Music AB<\/em><\/p>\n

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