I love the melodic poetry of this song, the inspiration that it fills me with. To Kiss before it is too late, to make those moves before ‘the withering dawn’ How often do we fail that task, and miss the moments that count?

Do we all have those memories held deep, and close to our souls? The memories of lost days, and words we never had the courage to speak?

This song is an early one for Nightwish, it is from an early demo, but I consider it one of their best. It seems more innocent, and perhaps less corrupted. It sounds a little like a lullaby, but has the power of sound to carry me back into a time almost lost to memory, and to bring up emotions, and buried dreams.

Listen to it.

-Ezra Hilyer

Sweet little words made for silence not talk
Young heart for love not heartache
Dark hair for catching the wind,
Not to veil the sight of a cold world
Kiss while your lips are still red
While he’s still silent
Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hand’s still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they’re still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn

First day of love never comes back
A passionate hour’s never a wasted one
The violin, the poet’s hand
Every thawing heart plays your theme with care

Kiss while your lips are still red
While he’s still silent
Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hand’s still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they’re still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn

Kiss while your lips are still red
While he’s still silent
Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hand’s still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they’re still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawnLove while the night still hides the withering dawn

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