Description
Beatlesque dream-pop song of remembrance for a dearly departed loved one. Based on an old English nursery rhyme phrase "Up the wooden hill to blanket fair" which refers to children going upstairs to their beds.
Styles
Ballad, Fairy Tales, Film Noir, 1990's (Nineties), Thirtysomething, Drama / Mature, Club / Bar / Lounge, TV / Vocal, Film / Vocal, Tragedy
Regions
England, USA
Subjects
Death, Heaven, House, Memories, Mother
Lyrics
Forget, forgive The house where we lived Is not looking very well Here it stands an empty shell But the spirit is here Don't you know it's all around?
Precious, she was Don't cry, because Though it seems she went away And you find it hard to take Don't you know she's still here Don't you know she's all around?
I see her every time I close my eyes I can't believe how much I need her in my life (Off to blanket fair) Don't you know she's all around? (Up the wooden hill)
"What's this...Scotch mist? You don't have the brains you were born with" Now it's time to get upstairs Up the wooden hill for prayers 'Cause you know that she'll hear Don't you know she's all around?
I see her every time I close my eyes I can't believe how much we need her in our lives (Off to blanket fair) Don't you know she's all around? (Up the wooden hill)
(Un)even-stevens all at odds I'm all at sea, I hope to God you're listening Up the wooden hill Under covers Up the wooden hill
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