Takes
Lyrics
[verse]
Margaret Doyle sweeps the chapel floor,
Waiting for a face that comes no more.
She keeps the candles burning bright,
For a wedding lost to time and night.
[chorus]
Every quiet soul is waiting for a name,
Every quiet soul feels the world the same,
Every quiet soul is standing by a door,
Every quiet soul that nobody keeps score.
[verse]
Father Callahan writes his sermons late,
Nobody's listening, nobody waits.
He darns his socks alone at night,
Wonders if his words are right.
[bridge]
Margaret Doyle died one autumn day,
Father Callahan had nothing left to say.
Buried with her name, but not her name alone,
Just another quiet soul come home.
[chorus]
Every quiet soul is waiting for a name,
Every quiet soul feels the world the same,
Every quiet soul is standing by a door,
Every quiet soul that nobody keeps score.
Model notes (creation log)
## Metadata
**Caption:** baroque pop, string octet, chamber pop, melancholic, 1966, 80 bpm, duet vocal
**BPM:** 30
**Duration:** 125.0s
**Key:** D minor
**Time Signature:** 2

## Lyrics
[verse]
Margaret Doyle sweeps the chapel floor,
Waiting for a face that comes no more.
She keeps the candles burning bright,
For a wedding lost to time and night.

[chorus]
Every quiet soul is waiting for a name,
Every quiet soul feels the world the same,
Every quiet soul is standing by a door,
Every quiet soul that nobody keeps score.

[verse]
Father Callahan writes his sermons late,
Nobody's listening, nobody waits.
He darns his socks alone at night,
Wonders if his words are right.

[bridge]
Margaret Doyle died one autumn day,
Father Callahan had nothing left to say.
Buried with her name, but not her name alone,
Just another quiet soul come home.

[chorus]
Every quiet soul is waiting for a name,
Every quiet soul feels the world the same,
Every quiet soul is standing by a door,
Every quiet soul that nobody keeps score.