Quiet Now (Live At The Montreux Jazz Festival, 1968)

When troubles get me, cares beset me And won't let me go I turn to you for consolation There I find new peace of mind To leave behind my woe I turn to you as I shall always do Chorus The touch of your lips upon my brow Your lips that are cool and sweet Such tenderness lies in their soft caress My heart forgets to beat The touch of your hands upon my head The love in your eyes a-shine And now, at last, that moment divine The touch of your lips on mine The touch of your hands upon my head The love in your eyes a-shine And now, at last, that moment divine The touch of your lips on mine