Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Requiem: 820 Latham , by - Mel Torme. Song from the album Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Head, in the genre Release date: 31.12.1969
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Requiem: 820 Latham |
| When I came to you there in that cold |
| Telephone pole horror of the night |
| And you came out to meet me |
| In that filmy thing and sat down on the porch swing |
| And I knew the moon would melt |
| Before I held you to my breast, like that again, yeah |
| Why could I not die then, warm, behind the curtains of your hair |
| When we stopped the clock on that cold rock |
| Mixed our hot young blood with granite dust |
| And I raised my head to kiss the sweat |
| That hung like honey from your Goddess brow |
| And I knew the mountain side would be |
| Ten million years of dust and rust before I took you up there again, yeah |
| Why could I not die then, warm, behind the curtains of your hair |
| Instead I was found dead and well |
| Carrying on my life, with much gusto and death breath |
| Buried without casket and no one writes my epitaph |
| Cause they heard that I’m still breathing and they think that means, |
| I’m still alive |
| I’m still alive |
| And I knew the mountain side would be |
| Ten million years of dust and rust before I took you up there again |
| And why could I not die then, warm, behind the curtains of your hair |
| Why could I not die then, since it doesn’t really matter where |