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Taken off the album "The Piper at the Gates of Dawn" (2025) Second single from Ireland's #1 Operatic Symphonic Metal ▶ FOLLOW PIANO BLACK◄ Bandcamp: https://blackpiano.bandcamp.com/ Facebook: / blackpianoofficial Instagram: / pianoblackie YouTube: / @blackpianoofficial Music by Mario Stojčić Lyrics by J.R.R.Tolkien Orchestra score composed by Mario Stojčić & Matteo Kyselý Drums, Vocals, Choirs Recorded @Trackmix Studio, Dublin from March - July 2024 Guitars & Bass recorded @Home made studio, Dublin from June - August 2024 Male Choir: John McCallig, Ciaran McGannon, Gouri Bawade, Daniel Traverso and Shane McParland Female Choir: Sofia Rose Deeleman, Lisa Redmond, Marianne Crepet and Ilona Csizmadia Mixed & mastered by Sebastian "Seeb" Levermann (Orden Ogan, Angus McSix) at https://greenman-studios.de PIANO BLACK are: Ana Marija Dundović - Vocals Mario Stojčić - Guitars Paul Piszewski - Bass John Howell - Drums Lyrics: I sit beside the fire and think of all I've have seen of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been; Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns there were, with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair. I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see. For still there are so many things that I have never seen: in every wood in every spring there is a different green. Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns there were, with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair. I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago and people who will see a world that I shall never know. But all the while I sit and think of times there were before, I listen for returning feet and voices at the door.