Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Clientele
Performer
Alasdair MacLean
Vocals
James Hornsey
Bass
Mark Keen
Drums
Non Peters
Violin
Ruth Elder
Violin
Sebastian Millett
Cello
Stella Page
Viola
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alasdair MacLean
Songwriter
James Hornsey
Songwriter
Mark Keen
Songwriter
Alicia Macanás
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian O'Shaughnessy
Assistant Recording Engineer
Marco Pasquariello
Assistant Recording Engineer
Simon Nelson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Three o'clock, beginning of the winter night
Through the glass, I watched it when I was a child
And I knew that night I would sleep
And the birds would sing to me
But I could not quite believe that I was there
When the birds sang all night long
And you slept so deeply on
But I could not quite believe
It was you and me
No one knows me, no one knows you
Walking, walking through the roses
Don't look back or step aside
Don't go to the woods tonight
No one knows me, no one knows you
Walking, walking through the roses
Don't look back or step aside
Don't go to the woods tonight
(And we're) no one knows me, no one knows you
(Lost in time) walking, walking through the roses
Don't look back or step aside (but I could not quite believe that it was you)
Don't go to the woods tonight
Don't go to the woods, Claire (when the birds sang all night long)
Something's waking you in your dream (and you slept so deeply on)
No one knows me, no one knows you (but I could not quite believe it was you and me)
Walking, walking through the roses
No one knows me, no one knows you (and I knew that night I would see)
Walking, walking through the roses (in the heat I'd sing to me)
Don't look back or step aside (well, I could not quite believe)
Don't go to the woods tonight (someone was there)
Writer(s): Mark Nicholas Keen, James Mark Hornsey, Alasdair David Maclean
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