Ingrid Andrew
Ingrid Andrew is a poet, artist and singer/songwriter. Her roots are in art and poetry, but in the last few
years she has branched out into music. One evening a month she hosts and performs at Voices of
Experience, a 'vibrrrrant night of music and poetry' featuring poets, singers and songwriters from all over
London. She is currently writing and illustrating a performance piece and poem ~'When Woman created
the World' ~ where Woman makes everything from the first flea to 'a nice cup of tea'. As heartsong, she
has performed at pubs and small music venues all over London. www.myspace.com/heartssong
years she has branched out into music. One evening a month she hosts and performs at Voices of
Experience, a 'vibrrrrant night of music and poetry' featuring poets, singers and songwriters from all over
London. She is currently writing and illustrating a performance piece and poem ~'When Woman created
the World' ~ where Woman makes everything from the first flea to 'a nice cup of tea'. As heartsong, she
has performed at pubs and small music venues all over London. www.myspace.com/heartssong
Five O'Clock
Five o'clock and darkness falls,
shadows creep along the walls,
~ here it is the dark blue evening;
I have a melancholy feeling,
here it is the dark blue night;
putting all my dreams to flight,
summer now seems far away ~
how swiftly, swiftly
falls the day.
Five o'clock in deep November,
now the cold comes cutting in,
far away seems bright September,
feel I'm drifting into sin;
my heart is dark,
I fall away,
don't know how to love
or pray;
how swiftly, swiftly
falls the day.
Five o'clock;
my soul is weary,
winters dark night lies ahead;
waking to days cold and dreary,
hear the thoughts in my tired head,
summer now seems far away,
how swiftly, swiftly
falls the day ...
But soon
that sacred day
will come;
when love and hope
are again reborn;
and in that tiny baby's form;
we'll know that life
belongs to
everyone.
And love is just a breath away,
yes, love is just a breath away,
when swiftly, swiftly
... falls
the day.
Five o'clock and darkness falls,
shadows creep along the walls,
~ here it is the dark blue evening;
I have a melancholy feeling,
here it is the dark blue night;
putting all my dreams to flight,
summer now seems far away ~
how swiftly, swiftly
falls the day.
Five o'clock in deep November,
now the cold comes cutting in,
far away seems bright September,
feel I'm drifting into sin;
my heart is dark,
I fall away,
don't know how to love
or pray;
how swiftly, swiftly
falls the day.
Five o'clock;
my soul is weary,
winters dark night lies ahead;
waking to days cold and dreary,
hear the thoughts in my tired head,
summer now seems far away,
how swiftly, swiftly
falls the day ...
But soon
that sacred day
will come;
when love and hope
are again reborn;
and in that tiny baby's form;
we'll know that life
belongs to
everyone.
And love is just a breath away,
yes, love is just a breath away,
when swiftly, swiftly
... falls
the day.
