Spring Spring Come... For blossoms to grow

Spring Spring Come

Sunrise over Kingston
The golden fire's ignition
Hope burns through the haze
Lighting up the broken days....

Sunrise Over Kingston

Now I see, the light behind the rain,  
Every shadow’s dancing to a sweet refrain.  
Now I know, the way it’s meant to be,  
Love was blind, but now I see....

🎼 Now I See

Horizons beyond…  
Horizons beyond…  
We are the echoes of light  
We are the shadows of sound....

Horizons Beyond

Rise up in the morning, sing a song of freedom  
Rise up in the morning, love is the kingdom  
Rise up in the morning, chant it loud and strong  
Rise up in the morning, let the people sing along....

Rise Up in the Morning

We are gonna get through, Yeah, me and you, Like a train on the tracks, We ain’t never lookin’ back. We are gonna get through, Honey, that’s the truth, Through the smoke, through the flame, We’ll be standin’ just the same....

🎸 We Are Gonna Get Through

The river knows my name,
It carries me just the same,
Through the sorrow, through the flame,
The river knows my name....

The River Knows My Name

Echoes through the nebula, calling out my name,  
Lost between the galaxies, nothing feels the same.  
Time dissolves in colored light, shadows start to fade,  
We are more than flesh and bone, in the waves we’re made....

Echoes Through the Nebula

Starlight fever, burning in my soul, Galactic rhythm taking full control. Shining brighter, bodies intertwine, Lost in the groove where the stars align....

Starlight Fever

In the echo chamber of the stars, We are more than who we are. Every pulse, a cosmic flame, Calling out your secret name....

Echo Chamber of the Stars

In the light of your love, I am whole again, Every broken piece is healing in your hands. Through the galaxies, your harmony remains, In the light of your love, I’ll never be the same....

Light of Your Love

Peter is a member of STEF (The Performing Rights Society of Iceland) and FTT (The Icelandic Society of Authors & Composers).
He has made around or more than 15 thousand music works, 7 thousand poems and 5 thousand landscape paintings...

Spring Spring Come

Pétur Söebech Quinn