Goodnight Not Goodbye
Ivan Chew
It’s after much hesitation that I decided to upload these stems (from this song I remixed a while back) . I’ve uploaded a full vocal mix, as well as the separate vocal tracks. Think it’s sung in the key of G (I’m not really sure, and I’m not sure what’s the BPM either… sorry!)
Incidentally, you should really check out MyVanillaWorld’s rendition. Much, much better vocals.
Here are the lyrics (adapted from two poems in the Public Domain: “CAELl” by F. W. Bourdillon & “GOOD-NIGHT” by C. C. Fraser Tytler; see this archive.org page)
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It is over now, she is gone to rest;
I have clasped the hands on the quiet breast;
Draw back the curtain, let in the light,
She will never shrink if it be too bright.
If stars were really watching eyes
Of angel armies in the skies,
To keep me from their longed-for day,
I could not feel more far away.
What will he say when he comes in.
Waked by the city’s morning din,
Hoping to find and fearing to know
The sorrow he left but an hour ago?
If stars were really watching eyes
Of angel armies in the skies,
To keep me from their longed-for day,
I could not feel more far away.
He thought to kiss her by morning gray,
But God has thought to take her away.
What will he say ? God knows, not I ;
“Good-night,” he said, but never ” good-bye.”
We were two in here but an hour gone by.
No streak was then in the midnight sky ;
Now I am one to watch the day
Come glimmering up from the far-away.
If stars were really watching eyes
Of angel armies in the skies,
To keep me from their longed-for day,
I could not feel more far away.
I could not feel more far away.
I could not feel more far away.
I could not feel more far away.
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Incidentally, you should really check out MyVanillaWorld’s rendition. Much, much better vocals.
Here are the lyrics (adapted from two poems in the Public Domain: “CAELl” by F. W. Bourdillon & “GOOD-NIGHT” by C. C. Fraser Tytler; see this archive.org page)
———————–
It is over now, she is gone to rest;
I have clasped the hands on the quiet breast;
Draw back the curtain, let in the light,
She will never shrink if it be too bright.
If stars were really watching eyes
Of angel armies in the skies,
To keep me from their longed-for day,
I could not feel more far away.
What will he say when he comes in.
Waked by the city’s morning din,
Hoping to find and fearing to know
The sorrow he left but an hour ago?
If stars were really watching eyes
Of angel armies in the skies,
To keep me from their longed-for day,
I could not feel more far away.
He thought to kiss her by morning gray,
But God has thought to take her away.
What will he say ? God knows, not I ;
“Good-night,” he said, but never ” good-bye.”
We were two in here but an hour gone by.
No streak was then in the midnight sky ;
Now I am one to watch the day
Come glimmering up from the far-away.
If stars were really watching eyes
Of angel armies in the skies,
To keep me from their longed-for day,
I could not feel more far away.
I could not feel more far away.
I could not feel more far away.
I could not feel more far away.
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