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Whispers Video (MV)




Performed By: Marty McCarrick
Language: English
Length: 4:10
Written by: Bob Moore, Martin McCarrick




Marty McCarrick - Whispers Lyrics




She whispers to the sun now she lives there most the time
Has roses on her table I think one was mine
Where it came from, no one seems to know

She planted rows of people, looking back to watch them grow
I woke up in her garden, on a Sunday afternoon
I dreamed I was a sunrise, of a train that left to soon

But could I be wrong in my mind, for taking a lifetime to find
Forgetting her song for no reason, loosing that style for only a
While

It's summer in New England, time to pay the rent
The morning glory statue, that the landlord kindly sent
There's no time for writing in the book of yesterday

But could I be wrong in my mind, for taking a lifetime to find
Forgetting her song for no reason, loosing that style for only a
While

She whispers to the sun now she lives there most the time
Has roses on her table I think one was mine
Where it came from, no one seems to know
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She whispers to the sun now she lives there most the time
Has roses on her table I think one was mine
Where it came from, no one seems to know

She planted rows of people, looking back to watch them grow
I woke up in her garden, on a Sunday afternoon
I dreamed I was a sunrise, of a train that left to soon

But could I be wrong in my mind, for taking a lifetime to find
Forgetting her song for no reason, loosing that style for only a
While

It's summer in New England, time to pay the rent
The morning glory statue, that the landlord kindly sent
There's no time for writing in the book of yesterday

But could I be wrong in my mind, for taking a lifetime to find
Forgetting her song for no reason, loosing that style for only a
While

She whispers to the sun now she lives there most the time
Has roses on her table I think one was mine
Where it came from, no one seems to know
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Writer: Bob Moore, Martin McCarrick
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