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Watermark Lyrics: How delicate the tracery of her fine lines / Like the moonlight lacetops of the evening pines / Like a song half heard through a closed door / Like an old book when you cannot...
Watermark Lyrics by Art Garfunkel from the Watermark album- including song video, artist biography, translations and more: How delicate the tracery of her fine lines Like the moonlight lacetops of the evening pines Like a song half heard th….
Art Garfunkel Lyrics. "Watermark". How delicate the tracery of her fine lines. Like the moonlight lacetops of the evening pines. Like a song half heard through a closed door. Like an old book when you cannot read the writing anymore. How innocent her visage as my child lover lies.
Art Garfunkel’s version is the definitive one, eerily sparse with his angelic voice making the lyrics all the more haunting. Probably Jimmy Webb’s creepiest song, originally penned for Richard Harris’s second LP.
Art Garfunkel - Watermark Lyrics. How delicate the tracery of her fine lines Like the moonlight lace tops of the evening pines Like a song half heard through a closed door.
Art Garfunkel - Watermark lyrics: How delicate the tracery of her fine lines Like the moonlight lacetops of the evening pines Like ...
It's like a Watermark that's never there and never really gone I keep looking through old varnish At my late lover's body Caught on ancient canvas And decaying...disappearing Even as I sing this song Even as I sing this song Even as I sing this song
