Lyrics Fred Eaglesmith

Fred Eaglesmith

Quietly

Quietly

Her fair falls across her pillow

Quietly

She stirs in the morning light

Quietly she stares up at the ceiling

The she sits up

And she looks into my eyes

Quietly

She stares out of the window

She glances down

Into an empty street

Then she turns

And looks back at me again

And quietly

Her eyes fill up with tears

Then she brushes her lips

Across my hand

And stands up

And she walks across the floor

Then she stops

And looks back at me again

She picks up her things

And quietly she walks out the door

Quietly

I stare into the mirror

There's a man in there

I used to know

He's so tired

Of all of her sadness

And all of her tears

So quietly now I'll just let her go

So quietly now I'll just let her go