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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cécile McLorin Salvant
Cécile McLorin Salvant
Vocals
James Chirillo
James Chirillo
Banjo
Sullivan Fortner
Sullivan Fortner
Piano
Alexa Tarantino
Alexa Tarantino
Flute
Keita Ogawa
Keita Ogawa
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edgar Harburg
Edgar Harburg
Songwriter
Gregory Porter
Gregory Porter
Songwriter
Harold Arlen
Harold Arlen
Songwriter
Herbert Stothart
Herbert Stothart
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cécile McLorin Salvant
Cécile McLorin Salvant
Producer
Ben Tousley
Ben Tousley
Graphic Design
Alex Conroy
Alex Conroy
Assistant Engineer
Todd Whitelock
Todd Whitelock
Mixing Engineer
Sullivan Fortner
Sullivan Fortner
Co-Producer
Robert Hurwitz
Robert Hurwitz
Executive Producer
Chris Muth
Chris Muth
Mastering Engineer
Shawn Michael Jones
Shawn Michael Jones
Photography
Patrick Dillet
Patrick Dillet
Recording Engineer

Letras

You're out of the woods, you're out of the dark, you're out of the night Step into the sun, step into the light Keep straight ahead for the most glorious place On the face of the Earth or the sky Hold on to your hats, hold on to your hearts, hold on to your hopes March up to the gate and bid it open You're out of the woods, you're out of the dark, you're out of the night Step into the sun, step into the light Keep straight ahead for the most glorious place On the face of the Earth or the sky Hold on to your hats, hold on to your hearts, hold on to your hopes March up to the gate and bid it open You're out of the woods, you're out of the dark, you're out of the night March up to that gate and bid it open, open Open, open Open, open Open, open There will be no love that's dying here The bird that flew in from my window simply lost his way He broke his wing, I helped him heal And then he flew away The death of love is everywhere, but I won't let it be There will be no love that's dying here with me There will be no love that's dying here The mirror that fell from the wall was raggedy, that's all It rest upon a rusty nail before it made its fall The bones of love are everywhere, but I won't let it be There will be no love that's dying here with me There will be no love that's dying here Four flowers from my Asian vase is not a sign we're dead I paid for three, a sweet, old lady gave me four instead There's some doubt that's out about our love, but I won't let it be There will be no love that's dying here with me There will be no love that's dying here The bird that flew in from my window simply lost his way He broke his wing, I helped him heal And then he flew away The death of love is everywhere, but I won't let it be There will be no love that's dying here with me There will be no love that's dying here with me There will be no love that's dying here with me There will be no love that's dying here with me
Writer(s): Edgar Harburg, Gregory Porter, Harold Arlen, Herbert Stothart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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