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The boatman rose to the sound of his heartbeat Loud in the silent approach of the dawn He glanced through the window at mist on the lake Which hung like a shroud in the still of the morn The silver cobwebs spun with the dew Hung from the bushes in filigree splendour And water lilies asleep on the lake Were reflected so delicate, tranquil and tender. The boat man sighed as he strode through the woods To the place where his boat lay moored to a stake The hollow sound as his footsteps echoed Until the sound was lost on the lake He cast off, poling the boat from the shore Peering a head through damp clinging haze He thought that he saw strange swirling shapes A trick on the eyes that the mist often plays. So intent was the boatman on crossing the lake That he failed to notice the current that flowed Leading his boat from familiar parts He was firmly, yet somehow unknowingly, towed All at once the mist seemed to lift Sufficient to show the boatman a pool That he'd never seen in the whole of his life Unnaturally deep, black and silent, and cool. The boatman's shirt clung to his back He was sweating both from exertion and fear He had the sensation that someone was watching He felt the presence of somebody near An invisible force prevented him moving The strength of his arms was utterly sapped The twisted bushes converged round the lake Like a fish in a net he was trapped. Suddenly out of the water before him The wraith-like form of a maiden appeared Clad in shimmering radiant robes The maiden materialised as she neared The hair which finely crowned her head Was a halo of golden reflecting the sun All of the beautiful women of time Were formed all at once into one.-acap |
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Coombes
Politician's fighting hard to win Getting a good position so he won't have to lose again The battle's always on, working against disgrace He has to win you over, well it's always the case Ends up saving face. Delegations flying in Happiest relations, smiling faces, shaking hands The battle's always on, working against displacement They have to win them over if it's only a case Of saving space. No don't bother telling me, I can see it all for myself I was born with a mind of my own, I intend to keep it free. Still the seasons come and go Bad influences pile up like the dirty driven snow Turn off the news, I really don't want to know If there was anywhere left to go, well I think I'd want to go 'Cause I really don't like the show. No don't bother telling me, I can see it all for myself I was born with a mind of my own, I intend to keep it free. |
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An orange balloon on the distant horizon
The air had a nip for the sun was still rising A delicate fusion of ambery tone Brought warmth to the shore where I walked all alone Another day begins. A crab scuttled awkwardly, shyly away Perhaps the strangest of all nature's rebels Night shed its cloak with the sounds of the day The gentle lap of the tide on the pebbles Another day begins, another day. The gulls on the breeze, soaring over my head Like marionettes with invisible thread The day unfurled like the flags on a mast Spelling a message of sunshine at last Another day begins, another day. I walked along for miles The clear blue sky was free And the smiles shone like pearls on the sea Another day begins, another day. Far too soon it was time to be leaving A gull flew ahead of me bobbing and weaving It caught my eye with a quizzical stare Was it my love, was it she who was there? Another day begins. I climbed the steep path to the high cliff top's heather The sea was as clear as a fresh mountain stream The gull as it circled away dropped a feather A souvenir of a beautiful day dream Another day begins, another day. |
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from Strawbs - Dragonfly (1999)
An orange balloon on the distant horizon
The air had a nip for the sun was still rising A delicate fusion of ambery tone Brought warmth to the shore where I walked all alone Another day begins. A crab scuttled awkwardly, shyly away Perhaps the strangest of all nature's rebels Night shed its cloak with the sounds of the day The gentle lap of the tide on the pebbles Another day begins, another day. The gulls on the breeze, soaring over my head Like marionettes with invisible thread The day unfurled like the flags on a mast Spelling a message of sunshine at last Another day begins, another day. I walked along for miles The clear blue sky was free And the smiles shone like pearls on the sea Another day begins, another day. Far too soon it was time to be leaving A gull flew ahead of me bobbing and weaving It caught my eye with a quizzical stare Was it my love, was it she who was there? Another day begins. I climbed the steep path to the high cliff top's heather The sea was as clear as a fresh mountain stream The gull as it circled away dropped a feather A souvenir of a beautiful day dream Another day begins, another day. |
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from Strawbs - Nomadness[Remastered] (2008)
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I sailed with Miss Columbus for a trip across the sea The horizon was behind me when I found that I was free I smashed the glass I drank from, drove it deep into my arm Tell me, how do you feel now you're back on the farm ? She put me on the periscope and told me she was lost She said she was expensive but I did not mind the cost I said her deep-sea diver did not mean her any harm Tell me, how do you feel now you're back on the farm ? I rang the bell of freedom, drank from the well of plenty The milk of human kindness was succour to my soul I took her to the mast head and showed her my conditions She promised me the cargo that she carried in her hold. The sails were set for sunrise when we found the wind had dropped I tried to make the time up but the clock had somehow stopped A fire broke out below the decks and I sounded the alarm Tell me, how do you feel now you're back on the farm ? Now you might think it strange of me to write to you this way For years I was a farmer, but I could not make it pay Yet here I am a sailor and I feel a sense of calm Tell me, how do you feel now you're back on the farm ? Tell me, how do you feel now you're back on the farm ? |
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from Strawbs - Dragonfly (1999)
The dragonfly appeared
The North wind brought it by As summer slipped away And autumn was approaching It flew through silver trees That stood beside the lake I looked into its eyes To find that it was smiling The dragonfly was mine As slender as a wand It cast a spell as it clung To leaves that soon were falling Its camouflage grew faint As my mind grew darker still I scarcely dared to breathe It was frail and I might harm it Its touch was as soft as the thistledown That is borne on the evening breeze Its kiss was as warm as the summer rain That whispers and sighs through the trees And now the warmth of the pale winter sun Has melted the heart of the snow I lie awake throughout the night And wait for the North wind to blow |
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from Strawbs - Dragonfly (1999)
Cousins-Hooper
Blue skies above me I've someone to love me To take good care of me forever. Through all that time can send We'll make it to the end Just you and me, my friend, forever. Oh weeping willow Please share my pillow So that the clouds will billow forever. And I don't have to bend We'll make it to the end Just you and me, my friend, forever. The gypsy woman who sold me her heather She told me its good luck would last me forever (Forever, forever). We've got our lives to spend We'll make it to the end Just you and me, my friend, forever. And I don't have to bend We'll make it to the end Just you and me, my friend, forever. Through all that time can send We'll make it to the end Just you and me, my friend, forever. |
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Cousins
Is it the painter or the picture hanging in the gallery ? Admired by countless thousands who attempt to read the secrets Of his vision of his very soul. Is it the painter or the picture hanging in the gallery ? Or is it but a still life of his own interpretation Of the way that God had made us in the image of His eye ? Is it the sculptor or the sculpture standing in the gallery ? Touched by fleeting strangers who desire to feel the strength of hands That realised a form of life. Is it the sculptor or the sculpture standing in the gallery ? Or is it but the tenderness with which his hands were guided To discard the unessentials and reveal the perfect truth ? Is it the actor or the drama playing to the gallery ? Heard in every corner of the theatre of cruelty That masks the humour in his speech. Is it the actor or the drama playing to the gallery ? Or is it but the character of any single member of the audience That forms the plot of each and every play ? Is it the singer or his likeness hanging in the gallery ? Tongue black, still and swollen, his eyes staring from their sockets He is silent now, will sing no more. Is it the singer or his likeness hanging in the gallery ? Or is it but his conscience, insecurity and loneliness When destiny becomes at last the cause of his demise ? |
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Lambert
Listen to my story, I've got something I must say All about a new experience that came to me today Well I don't want your sudden changes, I don't need your New York zoo But I want some understanding 'cause I think I'm going to lose Yes I think I'm going to lose. Take me home, little sleepy, you don't have to take that train That leads you where you just don't want to go Take me home, little sleepy, you don't have to take that train This little rock and roller's going to show you what you are. Well it might have been in Texas and it could be New Orleans But it doesn't really matter 'cause it's only in my dreams In the places where I travel and the people that I meet All I know is what I'm fighting for, it's you I really need Yes, it's you I really need. Take me home, little sleepy, you don't have to take that train That leads you where you just don't want to go Take me home, little sleepy, you don't have to take that train This little rock and roller's going to show you what you are. In the middle of time, I'm going to be thinking about you Take a look at yourself, you know I just can't live without you. Ohhhh … Take me home, little sleepy, you don't have to take that train That leads you where you just don't want to go Take me home, little sleepy, you don't have to take that train This little rock and roller's going to show you what you are. Take me home, little sleepy, you don't have to take that train That leads you where you just don't want to go Take me home, little sleepy, you don't have to take that train This little rock and roller's going to show you what you are. |
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from Strawbs - Strawbs[Remastered] (2008)
She leaned forward in the lamplight
In her eyes an amber glow She was promising the earth And yet somehow saying no We talked of pleasant summer days Kew Gardens, Hampton Court The jewellers where we bought the ring that bound us close together Oh, how she changed with ever passing day In the swirling misty morning As the day begins to break In the heavy dew her footsteps I am floundering in her wake Oh, how she changed with every passing day The shutters of indifference Have closed to bar the view A person I once knew Oh, how she changed with every passing day |
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The fragile gentle butterfly with multi-coloured wings
Settles on the toadstools in the midst of fairy rings Midsummer sounds of tinkle bells as sweet Titania sings Or am I dreaming? Or am I dreaming? And I will have a castle with a drawbridge and a moat And light my open fires with a brand new five pound note And go off on a winter cruise in a bright red sailing boat Or am I dreaming? Or am I dreaming? Pick the golden casket and you'll get what you deserve Yards of pure white chiffon falling in a graceful curve Crystal-clear cut chandeliers, orchids in a bowl Mulled wine by the fire and the finest ermine stole The water melon moon makes gentle progress in the sky Upside down it's floating as the satellites go by And you can hold a conversation if you're not too high Or am I dreaming? Or am I dreaming? The magic mountain music man Is really rather shy Or am I dreaming? |
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Pieces of 79 and 15
Drifting along a jumbly scene Pieces of 79 and 15 Drifting along a jumbly scene 79 out of work people Sitting on top of a barbarous pole Strippers who like it and fancy a bit And parties and songs in the night 15 more people but mostly the same Girls down with love tell me what can you do? Seeing your friends down a hole in the ground With the ceiling and walls falling down. |
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Jimmy Wilson had a glass eye I could see it
And he stuttered sometimes And he needed a girlfriend nighttimes Didn't know how to go about it Poor Jimmy Wilson Poor Jimmy Wilson All the boys used to tease him I know I did it And he was my friend At school we were always close together Hardly a day I didn't see him Poor Jimmy Wilson Poor Jimmy Wilson He used to go out for walks on his own With no-one to talk to at all He'd walk in the park 'til the evening grew dark Feeling quite incredibly small He was sitting in the park one Sunday evening Around about five When along came a lady, a total stranger Wanted young Jimmy to go with her Poor Jimmy Wilson Poor Jimmy Wilson Well she was so persuasive and seemed quite friendly So he went along And the lady who was lonely gave him tea And she was his friend forever after Poor Jimmy Wilson Poor Jimmy Wilson |
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Jimmy Wilson had a glass eye I could see it
And he stuttered sometimes And he needed a girlfriend nighttimes Didn't know how to go about it Poor Jimmy Wilson Poor Jimmy Wilson All the boys used to tease him I know I did it And he was my friend At school we were always close together Hardly a day I didn't see him Poor Jimmy Wilson Poor Jimmy Wilson He used to go out for walks on his own With no-one to talk to at all He'd walk in the park 'til the evening grew dark Feeling quite incredibly small He was sitting in the park one Sunday evening Around about five When along came a lady, a total stranger Wanted young Jimmy to go with her Poor Jimmy Wilson Poor Jimmy Wilson Well she was so persuasive and seemed quite friendly So he went along And the lady who was lonely gave him tea And she was his friend forever after Poor Jimmy Wilson Poor Jimmy Wilson |
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Cousins
The rose buds are hard and firm Erect and proud they stand on slender stems Wrapped in silk and tied with a velvet ribbon. 'Tie the ribbon in my hair' - she says 'Your gentle touch upon my brow' 'Can make me close my eyes in sleepy pleasure'. Low the candle burns And flickers shadows on the wall It's crimson lips are closing 'round the flame. As the flame dies So shall our live die ? The roses stoop lower as their petals fall So shall our love die ? 'What is it ?' - she says 'Nothing' - say I 'Nothing but the West wind, the wind of change'. |
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I am the depth of age of the mountain
Yet still you believe to know how to be free You are the life of the stars in the night sky As constant much brighter yet younger than me But I am the echo that calls you forever The conscience that shows you the way to belong And if you allow me I'll love you forever And make you the voice of the words of my song |
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from Strawbs - Strawbs[Remastered] (2008)
My ship sails in on a cloud of broken promises
It's just not true not a single word she says Time will tell whether she can change her ways It might take years, it might even take always Tell me what you see in me I'll tell you what I see in you Your picture melts before my tired eyes And all it leaves is just a trace of paradise You'll change again that's what I've been told But don't take long I might get too old Tell me what you see in me I'll tell you what I see in you Take it easy but take it slow For who knows which way next that wind will blow Time goes by just as quickly as I want it to And I'll make out like I never knew Tell me what you see in me I'll tell you what I see in you |
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My ship sails in on a cloud of broken promises
It's just not true not a single word she says Time will tell whether she can change her ways It might take years, it might even take always Tell me what you see in me I'll tell you what I see in you Your picture melts before my tired eyes And all it leaves is just a trace of paradise You'll change again that's what I've been told But don't take long I might get too old Tell me what you see in me I'll tell you what I see in you Take it easy but take it slow For who knows which way next that wind will blow Time goes by just as quickly as I want it to And I'll make out like I never knew Tell me what you see in me I'll tell you what I see in you |
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from Strawbs - Strawbs[Remastered] (2008)
If in some capricious moment
I should give you cause to fear Then you have but to remember That my being is mere Fortune For the rules have been laid down To guide the thoughts of those who stray If in some deserted hour We should murmur last goodbyes With the snowflakes falling softly As the tears well in your eyes Then we kiss but once and walk away Never turning round And the snow falls on our footsteps Leaving nothing to be found And my life is yet determined By the span of what it holds And the span grows ever shorter As my lifetime folds Away. |
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In the early dawn the Bishop's men
Shivered in the damp But the shiver came not from the cold And spread throughout the camp The trembling horses sensed the fear Of silent thoughtful men Who prayed that wives and families Might see them once again The Bishops sent a dawn patrol To investigate the weight Of forces at the King's command Ensconced behind the gate The ground mist hid the patrol's approach As they drew close enough to show The sentries on the battlements And an archer drew his bow From the topmost tower a sentry fell As an arrow pierced his skull And his headlong flight into the moat Seemed that of a gull The patrol reported little There was nothing much to see But the strong and silent castle A symbol of the free The King's men took communion As the first rays of the sun Lit up the chapel's gloomy walls The fatal day begun From the castle green the rooks took flight To the high trees in the east To their carrion minds the battlefield Set a table for a feast A tide of black, the Bishop's men Equality their right Swarmed like ants across the hill Their aim at last in sight The King's men dressed in purest white Were driven back by force And the fighting grew more violent As the battle took its course The Bishops gave the order "No mercy to be shown The sacrifice will reap rewards When the King is overthrown" The sight of children lying dead Made hardened soldiers weep The outer walls began to fall They moved towards the keep The rooks surveyed the battlefield Their hungry beady eyes Revelled in the sight of death Showing no surprise The pressure mounted steadily As the Bishops neared the gate And the desperate King called to his knights "It's your lives or the state" When the anxious King began to fail As many thought he might The Queen ran screaming round the walls And urged the men to fight The Bishops' men were tiring As the afternoon grew late And the King's men lowered the drawbridge And poured out through the gate They fought their way across the bridge The men like falling leaves Or ears of corn that fall in swathes The vicious sickle cleaves The tide receded up the hill The waste of reclaimed land Once decaying swamp became A shore of pure white sand A blinded priest was seen to bless Both dying and the dead As he stumbled through the battlefield His cassock running red If uniform were black or white His eyes could never see And death made no distinction Whatever man he be As darkness fell both camps withdrew Their soldiers slain like cattle Leaving the rooks to feast alone The victors of the battle At evensong the camps reviewed Their sad depleted ranks As survivors of the battle Gave God their grateful thanks |
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In the early dawn the Bishop's men
Shivered in the damp But the shiver came not from the cold And spread throughout the camp The trembling horses sensed the fear Of silent thoughtful men Who prayed that wives and families Might see them once again The Bishops sent a dawn patrol To investigate the weight Of forces at the King's command Ensconced behind the gate The ground mist hid the patrol's approach As they drew close enough to show The sentries on the battlements And an archer drew his bow From the topmost tower a sentry fell As an arrow pierced his skull And his headlong flight into the moat Seemed that of a gull The patrol reported little There was nothing much to see But the strong and silent castle A symbol of the free The King's men took communion As the first rays of the sun Lit up the chapel's gloomy walls The fatal day begun From the castle green the rooks took flight To the high trees in the east To their carrion minds the battlefield Set a table for a feast A tide of black, the Bishop's men Equality their right Swarmed like ants across the hill Their aim at last in sight The King's men dressed in purest white Were driven back by force And the fighting grew more violent As the battle took its course The Bishops gave the order "No mercy to be shown The sacrifice will reap rewards When the King is overthrown" The sight of children lying dead Made hardened soldiers weep The outer walls began to fall They moved towards the keep The rooks surveyed the battlefield Their hungry beady eyes Revelled in the sight of death Showing no surprise The pressure mounted steadily As the Bishops neared the gate And the desperate King called to his knights "It's your lives or the state" When the anxious King began to fail As many thought he might The Queen ran screaming round the walls And urged the men to fight The Bishops' men were tiring As the afternoon grew late And the King's men lowered the drawbridge And poured out through the gate They fought their way across the bridge The men like falling leaves Or ears of corn that fall in swathes The vicious sickle cleaves The tide receded up the hill The waste of reclaimed land Once decaying swamp became A shore of pure white sand A blinded priest was seen to bless Both dying and the dead As he stumbled through the battlefield His cassock running red If uniform were black or white His eyes could never see And death made no distinction Whatever man he be As darkness fell both camps withdrew Their soldiers slain like cattle Leaving the rooks to feast alone The victors of the battle At evensong the camps reviewed Their sad depleted ranks As survivors of the battle Gave God their grateful thanks |
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He came into the shop and looked me straight between the eyes
And said "You know I'm Jesus" and I must have looked surprised Because he said "Please don't be hasty, no-one understands But I've got a way to prove it" and he lifted up his hands He was the man who called himself Jesus For a minute I was speechless then I looked into his face With sufficient lines of sadness for the total human race And I said "You must be joking" but he slowly shook his head And said "That's what they all say, I might as well be dead." He was the man who called himself Jesus He asked me if I knew a place where he could start to preach And I said "Well try a church, or maybe Brighton Beach" And I was trying to be serious but he didn't seem impressed He said "You think I'm crazy, you're just like all the rest." He was the man who called himself Jesus I was really quite embarrassed he was looking so sincere So I said "I close the shop soon, won't you come and have a beer?" Then he asked me if I meant it and he gave a funny smile And said he'd rather like that and he hung around a while He was the man who called himself Jesus On the way he stopped to pat little children's heads And taught them one line prayers to say when they went off to their beds But mostly they were frightened and they looked at him wide-eyed And when he said his name was Jesus, one girl even cried He was the man who called himself Jesus In the pub I asked him if he'd tried to see the Pope And he said although he'd thought about it there was really not a hope Then he said he thought he'd better go he had some work to do He said he'd come and see me in about a week or two He was the man who called himself Jesus Well after he had gone I thought of what he'd said And all his funny actions kept on running through my head And when I felt my mind was drowning in a sea of mud It seemed his pint of beer had turned into a pint of blood He was the man who called himself Jesus |
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from Strawbs - Dragonfly (1999)
You're my secret You're my inspiration You're my journey You're my destination You have always Been so close and yet so far away You're my best friend You're my total stranger You're my lifeline You're my hint of danger You have always Been so close and yet so far away In my hour of need I call on you To comfort me But you could only set me free You're my memories You're my Rock of Ages You're my future You're my empty pages You have always Been so close and yet so far away . . . |
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The soldier smiling softly sings a song of sad farewell As the train pulls out to take him far from home His children waving gaily without knowing he has gone Now you know what I feel. And the thoughts that always greet you Every morning when you rise They never ever change they're just the same When you're weary to extreme And you never laugh or cry You're just a sheet of glass behind a frame. The best days of your life are when you don't know right from wrong When the fantasies around you seem so real And reality is really as fantastic as your dreams Now you know how I feel. So the train pulls out forever, just a whistle and it's gone And the station disappears before your eyes In time the rails will rust and you'll forget that you've been there Now I know how you feel. |
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Cousins
The gilt-edged invitation came and I said : 'What can this mean ?' 'To attend the coronation as the first guest of the Queen' 'And sit upon her right hand where the Prince is normally seen ?' The maids of honour stared at me and registered surprise To see a man of such good taste appear before their eyes Now bring rather humble, I adopted a disguise As the Minister of State for Mass Environment Controls Who condemn the working classes for inhabiting the holes That belong to Queen and Country but do not permit their souls To be free like me To be free like me Oh to be free. The perspex chandelier began to melt and slip away One million candle-powered, it kept the night at bay While the power station workers were busy making hay The workers in the fields were engaged in self-defence Which involved the use of barbed wire as a self-containing fence But as a means of self-protection, it was needlessly immense I stopped to ask them for a light, they pointed at the sun Which raised their hopes of harvesting a better crop than guns Can ever mass produce at the expense of anyone Who is free like me Who is free like me Oh who is free. The solitary peasant in his home above the lake Raised high on wooden stilts, has made the singular mistake Of revolutionary conduct at the celebration wake His urban counterpart engaged in mundane occupation Enjoys the chance of laughing at the Queen's humiliation At the hands of Ministers of State for Rehabilitation Now the power station worker though his aim is too disjointed Finds himself around the corner while his gun is never pointed He is ever at the ready, he desires to be annointed And be free like me And be free like me And be free like me Oh and be free. |
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Cousins
The willows stand on guard in the dark Where lovers are rowing alone in the park In awe of each other they make a mistake And find they must spend one more night on the lake. And I don't care if anyone knows There's no one so fair as my Tokyo rose I don't care if anyone knows There's no one so fair as my Tokyo Rosie, my Tokyo Rosie, ooh. The blossom has fallen before the West wind The butterfly lies with its silken wings pinned Alone in the temple the lovers rejoice And sing to each other with one single voice. And I don't care if anyone knows There's no one so fair as my Tokyo rose I don't care if anyone knows There's no one so fair as my Tokyo Rosie, my Tokyo Rosie. I wear my silk kimono black Get your monkey off my back No matter where the West wind blows You'll never find a fallen rose. The flowers of heaven are roses in bloom The East wind turns West in the walls of my room I build my defence in the palace of sin The lovers make home and the loser must win. And I don't care if anyone knows There's no one so fair as my Tokyo rose I don't care if anyone knows There's no one so fair as my Tokyo Rosie, my Tokyo Rosie, oh Rosie, Rosie. |
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Cousins
I only have my memories to last me the remainder of my days For time has now decided that we must go our individual ways The warmth I feel inside can more than overcome my loss But this is me today and tomorrow I must count the cost. We'll meet again sometime though the road is steep and very hard to climb. The pleasures of a lifetime condensed into a fleeting glimpse of truth, mmm A moment of delight as when a child receives a sixpence for a tooth The simple things in life mean more to me than money ever buys The greatest thing for me to see my love reflected in your eyes. We'll meet again sometime though the road is steep and very hard to climb. We'll meet again sometime though the way is never clear My sacrifice is made, everything that I hold dear We'll meet again sometime though the road is steep and very hard to climb. Oh lover of a lifetime let me look upon your loveliness alone But I cannot gaze too long for I fear that it will turn me into stone A monument to life that will stand forever by your grave Inscribed for all to see, a message of respect : "Be brave". For we'll meet again sometime though the road is steep and very hard to climb We'll meet again sometime though the road is steep and very hard to climb We'll meet again sometime though the road is steep and very hard to climb. |
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from Strawbs - Dragonfly (1999)
Cousins
I only have my memories to last me the remainder of my days For time has now decided that we must go our individual ways The warmth I feel inside can more than overcome my loss But this is me today and tomorrow I must count the cost. We'll meet again sometime though the road is steep and very hard to climb. The pleasures of a lifetime condensed into a fleeting glimpse of truth, mmm A moment of delight as when a child receives a sixpence for a tooth The simple things in life mean more to me than money ever buys The greatest thing for me to see my love reflected in your eyes. We'll meet again sometime though the road is steep and very hard to climb. We'll meet again sometime though the way is never clear My sacrifice is made, everything that I hold dear We'll meet again sometime though the road is steep and very hard to climb. Oh lover of a lifetime let me look upon your loveliness alone But I cannot gaze too long for I fear that it will turn me into stone A monument to life that will stand forever by your grave Inscribed for all to see, a message of respect : "Be brave". For we'll meet again sometime though the road is steep and very hard to climb We'll meet again sometime though the road is steep and very hard to climb We'll meet again sometime though the road is steep and very hard to climb. |
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from Strawbs - Strawbs[Remastered] (2008)
Cousins
Wake up one day, you're left alone From now on you're on your own The sands of time are running low You'll have nothing left to show The months slip by and change to years Soon the twilight gloom appears And then one day before you know You'll have nothing left to show. Where is this dream of your youth ? The pictures on the walls are shaking They can hear the storm a-breaking Storms may come and storms may go You'll have nothing left to show Buildings all around are trembling They can hear the earth a-rumbling Buildings come and buildings go You'll have nothing left to show. Where is this dream of your youth ? Tomorrow brings another dawn It might be better from now on Before too long that day will go You'll have nothing left to show You'll have nothing left to show You'll have nothing left to show You'll have nothing left to show You'll have nothing left to show. Where is this dream of your youth ? |
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from Strawbs - Dragonfly (1999)
Wandering the streets
Searching for a thought I chanced across an unexpected park Streams of boys and girls Laughing as they ran Were there to see the puppet man Perform his mighty tricks And you and I are young again. Running through the grass Hold your hand in mine And lose yourself in simple skyman dreams Sing out with rest When he says the word The magic word to make his tricks Succeed before your eyes And you and I are young again. Silver smiles and peals Bursting from within I know what innocence can really mean Never let it grow Stay a child within And you will find a peace of mind That's rare these softless days And you and I are young again And you and I are young again And you and I are young again. |
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