Doorkeeper, doorkeeper, where have the kids gone? No songs from the pasture echo with their sound, no wide open gate beckon freedom and friend, nor cries in the distance attract the free man. Stillness walks the forest where sorrow now stands. Doorkeeper, doorkeeper, look yonder the blue the hairs of the children cascade down the hill. They follow the man with a flute and a tune. No lips soft and tender will call out for you, fair maiden, to play among white lily fields. Doorkeeper, doorkeeper, no hope is all lost. The boy who walks slowly is left far behind, the crutches he leans on is worn out with time. So guard him with kisses upon his forehead the sweetness of heaven sleeps soundly in bed. Doorkeeper, doorkeeper, no hope is all lost. The boy who walks slowly is left far behind, the crutches he leans on is worn out with time. So guard him with kisses upon his forehead - the sweetness of heaven sleeps soundly in bed.
[00:15.71]Doorkeeper, doorkeeper, [00:17.53]where have the kids gone? [00:20.03]No songs from the pasture [00:22.14]echo with their sound, [00:24.82]no wide open gate [00:27.26]beckon freedom and friend, [00:28.86]nor cries in the distance [00:32.44]attract the free man. [00:34.47]Stillness walks the forest [00:36.77]where sorrow now stands. [01:03.64]Doorkeeper, doorkeeper, [01:05.64]look yonder the blue [01:07.92]the hairs of the children [01:10.34]cascade down the hill. [01:12.95]They follow the man with [01:15.32]a flute and a tune. [01:17.40]No lips soft and tender [01:19.90]will call out for you, [01:22.48]fair maiden, to play [01:24.31]among white lily fields. [01:51.55]Doorkeeper, doorkeeper, [01:53.52]no hope is all lost. [01:55.87]The boy who walks slowly [01:58.19]is left far behind, [02:00.70]the crutches he leans on [02:03.27]is worn out with time. [02:05.27]So guard him with kisses [02:07.86]upon his forehead [02:10.47]the sweetness of heaven [02:12.72]sleeps soundly in bed. [02:39.69]Doorkeeper, doorkeeper, [02:41.54]no hope is all lost. [02:43.80]The boy who walks slowly [02:46.10]is left far behind, [02:48.91]the crutches he leans on [02:51.51]is worn out with time. [02:53.52]So guard him with kisses [02:55.99]upon his forehead - [02:58.53]the sweetness of heaven [03:04.61]sleeps soundly in bed. [03:09.42]
