Joost van de Goor

Blessed Jesus, Lord, give them eternal rest.

I wandered empty streets down
Past the shop displays
I heard cathedral bells
Tripping down the alley ways
As I walked on

Now you say you’re lonely
You cried the whole night thorough
Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you

The summer is gone
The ground’s turning cold
The stores one by one they’re a-foldin’

Deze muziek is een fragment van de hemel dat op de aarde neer dwarrelt.

No maid I’ve seen like the sweet Colleen
That I met in the County Down