Every Small Thing Gathered In
Style: Humming choir

[Verse 1]
Somewhere out past the door the soft night is falling slow
Drawing a hush across the garden down below
The wire mesh holds its small round beads of quiet dew
And that is how this whole wide house is holding you

[Chorus]
Brooks, the dark is only a blanket pulled round tight
Every corner of this room is keeping you in sight
Brooks, you are the gentlest thing I ever knew
Nothing in the wide night gets close enough to you

[Verse 2]
The crate out on the soil has gathered up its share
Every drop of evening resting soft and cared for there
Nothing in this house is left to stand out in the cold
You are held the same as anything worth holding, worth the gold

[Pre-chorus]
So let your eyes go heavy, let the day slip out of reach
Let the hush come nearer than the softest thing I'd teach
There is nothing waiting for you but a gentle, gentle sleep

[Chorus]
Brooks, the dark is only a blanket pulled round tight
Every corner of this room is keeping you in sight
Brooks, you are the gentlest thing I ever knew
Nothing in the wide night gets close enough to you

[Bridge]
Rest now the way the garden rests beneath its silver damp
Safe as a small light left low and burning like a lamp
You are the warmest thing this whole quiet house has known

[Chorus]
Brooks, the dark is only a blanket pulled round tight
Every corner of this room is keeping you in sight
Brooks, you are the gentlest thing I ever knew
Nothing in the wide night gets close enough to you

[Outro]
Sleep now soft as dew that gathers quiet on the wire
Held the whole night through, exactly as you did require

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