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Jacquie’s Song
04:26
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Jacquie's Song
Jacquie settles down for the evening,
She keeps herself warm.
Pulls the blanket around her in the room she calls her home.
But sleep doesn’t come tonight.
There’s too much on her mind.
She’s thinking about the places, the people she’s left behind, and
O how she misses them now,
How she feels alone.
O how she longs for an arm around her.
O how she misses them now,
How she feels cold.
O how she longs for an arm around her.
And in this hotel,
From the second floor hall,
You can hear the sound of Jacquie’s tears as they fall.
As she turns through the pages
Just one more time,
Staring at the faces of the people she’s left behind, and
O how she misses them now,
How she feels alone.
O how she longs for an arm around her.
O how she misses them now,
How she feels cold.
O how she longs for an arm around her.
From out in the street she hears children passing by.
Christmas in their voices and it lifts her heart high.
She sees the children playing and she wishes that she might,
She wishes that she…
…Might see her own now.
That she knew how they had faired.
She could see them for Christmas and the gifts they could share.
O how she misses them now,
How she feels alone.
O how she longs for an arm around her.
O how she misses them now,
How she feels cold.
O how she longs for an arm around her.
Jacquie settles down for the evening,
She keeps herself warm.
Pulls the blanket around her in the room she calls her home.
by James Paul
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Lullaby
02:58
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Lullaby
Close your eyes, it’s getting late.
Close your eyes, tomorrow will wait.
Close your eyes my little red-headed friend
For the time has come to dream again.
Close your eyes, it’s time to rest.
Close your eyes, the sun is in the west.
Close your eyes for tomorrow is nigh
And the sun will again rise in the sky.
The day has been long and weary,
But it has come to an end.
The night soon will pass
And we’ll see what tomorrow will send.
So lay down your weary head
And I will tuck you in.
Sweet dreams my darling,
Tomorrow we will meet again.
Close your eyes, it’s getting late.
Close your eyes, tomorrow will wait.
Close your eyes my little red-headed friend
For the time has come to dream again.
Close your eyes my little red-headed friend
For the time has come to dream again.
by James Paul
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3. |
Jacquie’s Song [Demo]
04:54
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Jacquie’s Song [Demo]
Jacquie settles down for the evening,
She keeps herself warm.
Pulls the blanket around her in the room she calls her home.
But sleep doesn’t come tonight.
There’s too much on her mind.
She’s thinking about the places, the people she’s left behind, and
O how she misses them now,
How she feels alone.
O how she longs for an arm around her.
O how she misses them now,
How she feels cold.
O how she longs for on arm around her.
And in this hotel,
From the second floor hall,
You can hear the sound of Jacquie’s tears as they fall.
As she turns through the pages
Just one more time,
Staring at the faces of the people she’s left behind, and
O how she misses them now,
How she feels alone.
O how she longs for an arm around her.
O how she misses them now,
How she feels cold.
O how she longs for on arm around her.
From out in the street she hears children passing by.
Christmas in their voices and it lifts her heart high.
She goes to the window to look at the lights,
Sees the children playing and she wishes that she might,
She wishes that she…
…Might see her own now.
That she had them here with her.
That she never had lost them and knew where they were.
That she knew what they were doing.
That she knew how they had faired.
She could see them for Christmas and the gifts they could share.
But she knows this is just a dream now,
That this will never be.
Still she knows in her heart she is glad they will never see:
The way she is living,
The room she calls home,
But she really wouldn’t mind the shame to be less alone, and
O how she misses them now,
How she feels alone.
O how she longs for an arm around her.
O how she misses them now,
How she feels cold.
O how she longs for on arm around her.
Jacquie settles down for the evening,
She keeps herself warm.
Pulls the blanket around her in the room she calls her home.
by James Paul
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Pale Criminal Toronto, Ontario
Pale Criminal is the venue for the songwriting output of producer/engineer James Paul.
James is best known for his work as an engineer and producer of Canadian roots and indie music.
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