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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cécile McLorin Salvant
Vocals
James Chirillo
Banjo
Sullivan Fortner
Piano
Alexa Tarantino
Flute
Keita Ogawa
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edgar Harburg
Songwriter
Gregory Porter
Songwriter
Harold Arlen
Songwriter
Herbert Stothart
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cécile McLorin Salvant
Producer
Ben Tousley
Graphic Design
Alex Conroy
Assistant Engineer
Todd Whitelock
Mixing Engineer
Sullivan Fortner
Co-Producer
Robert Hurwitz
Executive Producer
Chris Muth
Mastering Engineer
Shawn Michael Jones
Photography
Patrick Dillett
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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
[Instrumental]
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
[Instrumental]
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
[Instrumental]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Instrumental]
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
Written by: Edgar Harburg, Gregory Porter, Harold Arlen, Herbert Stothart