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sinking sun

by peter o sullivan

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The postman's son was a friend of mine
I met him at the funeral of the butcher's wife
As the coffin was lowered heads hang low
He sang us a song, the postman's son

Go gently into love
Sinking son
Join the stars above

The postman's son had a voice like silk
Softer than the breeze, but delicate to break
Sat beneath an awning, I joined him for a drink
There were silver threads of rain were sewing on the wind

Where'd you learn to sing? he just shrugged and sighed
"Where'd you learn to speak where'd you learn to cry"

For four years then, like a Twix we were
He'd sing songs, and I'd play guitar
Summers on the road, winters at the bar
Nothing this good could be any harm

But the time got away, it's been how long since
Last I'd heard he'd immigrated east
But the postman's son had sunk back in down the street
And I just got the news, he'll be buried this week

Go gently into love
Sinking son
Join the stars above

Go gently into love
Sinking son
Join the stars above

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released October 27, 2023
Composed by Peter O'Sullivan & Lorkin O'Reilly

Produced by Peter O'Sullivan, Lorkin O'Reilly, & Mike Halls

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