NORTH - Sleeping At Last | Piano Cover 

You are amazing. I love Sleeping at Last, and your take on it is unique, relaxing and beautiful. I hope that Sleeping at Last hears it. Because they would undoubtedly be impressed.

We will call this place our home, The dirt in which our roots may grow. Though the storms will push and pull, We will call this place our home. We’ll tell our stories on these walls. Every year, measure how tall. And just like a work of art, We’ll tell our stories on these walls. Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind. Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide. Settle our bones like wood over time, over time. Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. A little broken, a little new. We are the impact and the glue. Capable of more than we know, We call this fixer upper home. With each year, our color fades. Slowly, our paint chips away. But we will find the strength And the nerve it takes To repaint and repaint and repaint every day. Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind. Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide. Settle our bones like wood over time, over time. Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind. Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide. Settle our bones like wood over time, over time. Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. Smaller than dust on this map Lies the greatest thing we have: The dirt in which our roots may grow And the right to call it home.

You deserve more views. Your covers are so pleasing to the ears. :)

Such a beautiful cover of an already lovely song :)

Lyrics We will call this place our home The dirt in which our roots may grow Though the storms will push and pull We will call this place our home We'll tell our stories on these walls. Every year, measure how tall And just like a work of art We'll tell our stories on these walls Let the years we're here be kind, be kind Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide Settle our bones like wood over time, over time Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine A little broken, a little new. We are the impact and the glue Capable more than we know To call this fixer upper home With each year, our color fades Slowly, our paint chips away But we will find the strength And the nerve it takes To repaint and repaint and repaint every day Let the years we're here be kind, be kind Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide Settle our bones like wood over time, over time Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine Let the years we're here be kind, be kind Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide Settle our bones like wood over time, over time Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine Smaller than dust on this map Lies the greatest thing we have The dirt in which our roots may grow And the right to call it home

We will call this place our home The dirt in which our roots may grow Though the storms will push and pull We will call this place our home We'll tell our stories on these walls Every year, measure how tall And just like a work of art We'll tell our stories on these walls Let the years we're here be kind, be kind Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide Settle our bones like wood over time, over time Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine A little broken, a little new We are the impact and the glue Capable more than we know To call this fixer upper home With each year, our color fades Slowly, our paint chips away But we will find the strength And the nerve it takes To repaint and repaint and repaint every day Let the years we're here be kind, be kind Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide Settle our bones like wood over time, over time Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine Let the years we're here be kind, be kind Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide Settle our bones like wood over time, over time Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine Smaller than dust on this map Lies the greatest thing we have The dirt in which our roots may grow And the right to call it home

beautiful.

This is so beautiful!

Very Beautiful ❤️

tutorial????

Essa música ainda me machuca tanto. E as pessoas para quem eu dediquei ela fazem falta.

Will you pleeease do a tutorial?? i cant find one anywhere

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1:02 I've sung along and made a new song out of this! I'm not planning to share it online so I'll not ask for permission. I only wanted to say thank you for this beautiful, moving arrangement and for the inspiration. :-D

Hey! Bin ein riesen fan deiner Sleeping At Last covers. Würdest du mir aber vielleicht verraten, was du für ein VST-Piano für deine Videos verwendest? :) Würde sehr gerne darauf spielen. Liebe Grüsse

And the lyrics?

Can we use this?

What song is at The beginning

i'm in love with your hands, give than to me

Way too slow.

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We will call this place our home The dirt in which our roots may grow Though the storms will push and pull We will call this place our home We'll tell our stories on these walls Every year, measure how tall And just like a work of art We'll tell our stories on these walls Let the years we're here be kind, be kind Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide Settle our bones like wood over time, over time Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine A little broken, a little new We are the impact and the glue Capable more than we know To call this fixer upper home With each year, our color fades Slowly, our paint chips away But we will find the strength And the nerve it takes To repaint and repaint and repaint every day Let the years we're here be kind, be kind Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide Settle our bones like wood over time, over time Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine Let the years we're here be kind, be kind Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide Settle our bones like wood over time, over time Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine Smaller than dust on this map Lies the greatest thing we have The dirt in which our roots may grow And the right to call it home

We will call this place our home, The dirt in which our roots may grow. Though the storms will push and pull, We will call this place our home. We’ll tell our stories on these walls. Every year, measure how tall. And just like a work of art, We’ll tell our stories on these walls. Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind. Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide. Settle our bones like wood over time, over time. Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. A little broken, a little new. We are the impact and the glue. Capable of more than we know, We call this fixer upper home. With each year, our color fades. Slowly, our paint chips away. But we will find the strength And the nerve it takes To repaint and repaint and repaint every day. Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind. Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide. Settle our bones like wood over time, over time. Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind. Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide. Settle our bones like wood over time, over time. Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine. Smaller than dust on this map Lies the greatest thing we have: The dirt in which our roots may grow And the right to call it home.