Gordon Abel-Williams

Gordon Abel-Williams

BandCountryPop

Indie Singer Songwriter Country Pop

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Lyrics

Tomorrow Child

Written By: Gordon Abel-Williams

Tomorrow child come a long way to hide
The air is good and the futures wide
Don’t matter what your name is
If you believe you’ll find out what the game is
All your rhythm starts to shape

And I love you Baby, yes I love you
And I love you Baby, yes I love you
You love to sing, you love to dance
If you’re loving too much then there is no answer
All your rhythm starts to shape

The sun has set and the days is gone
Tomorrow Child don’t sleep too long
If you’re tired close your eyes
Dream of the dream and wait for the sunrise
Waking up is your favourite thing

And I love you Baby, yes I love you
And I love you Baby, yes I love you
You love to sing, you love to dance
If you’re loving too much then there is no answer
Waking up is your favourite thing
In my hands are the things you know
Tomorrow Child’s got a long way to go
Run your fingers through your hair
Taking your time so pretend that you don’t care
What the days is when it rains

And I love you Baby, yes I love you
And I love you Baby, yes I love you
You love to sing, you love to dance
If you’re loving too much then there is no answer
What the days is when it rains

Sigh

Written By: Gordon Abel-Williams

Watch the men at work, watch the workers work and work and work
Then run off and play, play as if you had worked too
I don’t know what to think but if you don’t want to talk about it now
It’s alright
But do you ever stop to wonder why and do you sigh?

Sometimes when the days is done
You crawl into bed and leave the TV on
Crawl into bed and leave the TV on, takes you home
The simple thoughts of a simple mind they block out the horror of a different kind
Block out the horror of a different kind then you dream
And I sigh.

Paint your whole life grey, paint the rainbow colours grey
The secrets in your eyes, if you were bolder you would know
I don’t know what you know but if you don’t want to talk about it now
It’s alright
But do you ever stop to wonder why and do you sigh?

Sometimes when I’m feeling down
And the brightness of the day It never can be found,
The brightness of the day is somewhere deep in the grey
To think of Heaven as a cheap hotel if you pay the price you don’t have to go to hell
If you pay the price you don’t have to go to hell for a while
And I sigh

I can see your heart, the coldest heart I’ve ever seen
But if you could hear it sing, then you’d sing, sing, sing, sing
I don’t know who you are but if you don’t want to talk about it now
It’s OK
But do you ever stop to wonder why and do you sigh?

Sometimes when they pick you up
And the lies that have filled your heart are falling off
The lies that have fill your heart are falling onto the stone
Could I be the one you loved or was I just the one that you were thinking of?
Was I just the one you were thinking of at the time?
And I sigh

SIGH

Piece Of Heaven

Written By: Gordon Abel-Williams

Oh after dark, Oh after dark
And out in the park the birds are singing
Oh down you go, Oh down you go
And down the road alarm bells are ringing

And if you’re looking for a piece of Heaven
Close your eyes and count to seven
Hold your breath and gently drift away
And if your sunny disposition fails you
The thought of going home assails you
Hey this aint the Heaven we’ve been sold

Oh what you’ve found, Oh what you’ve found
There’s sunshine all around but here it’s raining
And Oh take my hand, Oh take my hand
Are you happy where you stand with what you’re gaining?

And if you’re looking for a piece of Heaven
Close your eyes and count to seven
Hold your breath and gently drift away
And if your sunny disposition fails you
The thought of going home assails you
Hey this aint the Heaven we’ve been sold

And if you’re looking for a piece of Heaven
Close your eyes and count to seven
Hold your breath and gently drift away
And if your sunny disposition fails you
The thought of going home assails you
Hey this aint the Heaven that they sell
Hey if this aint Heaven it must be hell