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All the Pretty Horses
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All the Pretty Horses. The imagery mobile in a child's room
songwriter folk easy listening
a one man show
Hi. My name is Douglas Murphy and I hale from Montreal Quebec Canada. I have been playing around this 'craft' for a while now and have always enjoyed getting my 'stuff' out there. Lately I have been playing around with AI generated vocals and melodies. I hope you enjoy what I have to offer.
Song Info
Genre
World • Traditional Celtic
Charts
Peak #29
Peak in subgenre #3
Author
Words by Douglas Murphy
Rights
2024
Uploaded
May 17, 2024
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.6 MB • 97 kbps • 3:49
Story behind the song
Our first child was not a sleeper, the situations in this song are actual.
Lyrics
All the Pretty Horses [2024/05/13] [Intro] [Verse] They tuck him in and say a prayer their baby sleeps 'till morning and dream of a single night's repose. It's been a while, weeks it seems they've made it through one evening. Yet both knew this is how it goes. [Chorus] And while the pretty horses dance around on wings of light. Mom and Dad pray to heaven that they raise him right. And while the pretty horses soothe their precious boy to sleep. They're thankful for every blessed cry and every little peep. [Instrumental] [Verse repeats] They leave the room on tip-toes, ready, just in case. When the bedroom door squeaks they freeze in place. A little gurgle and tiny sigh put their minds at ease. And when everything is quiet, Daddy has to_ sneeze. [Chorus repeats] And while the pretty horses dance around on wings of light. Mom and Dad pray to heaven that they raise him right. And while the pretty horses soothe their precious boy to sleep. They're thankful for every blessed cry and every little peep. [Bridge] Walking carefully with every step, gingerly over well-known spots. Mom and Dad whisper to each other they are thankful for what they've got. [Chorus repeats] And while the pretty horses dance around on wings of light. Mom and Dad pray to heaven that they raise him right. And while the pretty horses soothe their precious boy to sleep. They're thankful for every blessed cry and every little peep. [Outro] They are thankful for every blessed cry, knowing they'll have plenty of time for sleep. Copyright (c) 2024 Douglas Murphy Words by Douglas Murphy Vocals/mix/music byudiobeta
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