This woman's work - Kate Bush

Pray God you can cope.
I stand outside this woman's work,
This woman's world.
Ooh, it's hard on the man,
Now his part is over.
Now starts the craft of the father.

I know you have a little life in you yet.
I know you have a lot of strength left.
I know you have a little life in you yet.
I know you have a lot of strength left.

I should be crying but I just can't let it show.
I should be hoping but I can't stop thinking

Of all the things I should've said that I never said.
All the things we should've done that we never did.
All the things I should've given but I didn't.

Oh, darling, make it go, make it go away.

Give me these moments back.
Give them back to me.
Give me that little kiss.
Give me your hand.

I know you have a little life in you yet.
I know you have a lot of strength left.
I know you have a little life in you yet.
I know you have a lot of strength left.

I should be crying but I just can't let it show.
I should be hoping but I can't stop thinking

Of all the things we should've said that were never said.
All the things we should've done that we never did.
All the things that you needed from me.
All the things that you wanted for me.
All the things that I should've given but I didn't.

Oh, darling, make it go away.

Just make it go away…now.

Song of Summer

Could be honeycomb
In a sea of honey. A sky of honey

Whose shadow, long and low is slipping out of wet clothes?
And changes into the most beautiful iridescent blue

Who knows who wrote that song of Summer that blackbirds sing at dusk?
This is a song of colour
Where sands sing in crimson, red and rust then climb into bed and turn to dust

Every sleepy light must say goodbye to day before it dies

In a sea of honey
A sky of honey

Keep us close to your heart so if the skies turn dark
We may live on in comets and stars

Who knows who wrote that song of Summer that blackbirds sing at dusk?
This is a song of colour
Where sands sing in crimson, red and rust
Then climb into bed and turn to dust

Who knows who wrote that song of Summer that blackbirds sing at dusk?
This is a song of colour
Where sands sing in crimson, red and rust
Then climb into bed and turn to dust

Oh, sing of summer and a sunset
And sing for us, so that we may remember

The day writes the words right across the sky
They all go all the way up to the top of the night