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Sesja dla BBC 22.02.1970
The Shepherd
 
Autor tekstu:  Tony Banks
 
Rise up! Take your lyre and sing
Listen! To the news I bring

Frosty breath on the window
See a friend in the snow that gently falls
Feel the truth in those sad eyes
See the smile that's so rare
Just like the love
She waits for...

And she plays a game of her own
As she sleeps within the firelight
For her dreams are incredibly wild
But they're lost and gone forever, with the dawn

Fair and friend of the fleece spoke
Warrior bold, shepherd wise, fair prince of peace
Someone waits in the doorway
On a white horse he comes and holds out the hand
She waits for...

So they ride through a valley of mist
To a castle in the heavens
Where he lays her down to rest
But he's lost and gone forever, with the dawn

See her writhe in her dream, then...

Mermaids sing in the sunset
Sadly asking if beauty ever walks free
But Queen Frost only whispers
Maidens you will remain, to be free

See her writhe in her dreams...

Lord of the seven sons!
Keeper of the keys of time!
(Hear me)
 
Pacidy
 
Pacidy, my love
Glowing ember of evening
Your eyes are frozen with guilt
I read my fate on your cheeks
The smoldering coals of a passion
Once a meadow of hope

Days of minstrels and bright steeds
Autumn nights and silk sheets
Your tender battle shadow on me
Scented lavender kiss-es, soft and warm
The union of strength in a love against life
Love against life

Pacidy, my love
Your touch, so limp, was once frenzied
Your argon lips were once sweet
A life has slipped through my hands
My spirits sift in a stale sigh
Did love exist as a dream?

Mother fawn of a pine wood
Shepherdess of my grief
Veils a freedom not for me
Far beyond the steep ridge, where blizzards
Blast the spirit of man, the frailest of beasts
Frailest of beasts

Where blizzards
Blast the spirit of man, the frailest of beasts
Frailest of beasts

Where blizzards
Blast the spirit of man, the frailest of beasts
Frailest of beasts
 
Let Us Now Make Love
 
Autor tekstu:  Anthony Phillips
 
Please, I beg you hear this humble voice
Please, pale orchid flower, music of my soul
Alone, upon the windswept way
Descends the nightingale
She swoops to soothe my aching brow
Let us now make love

Please, I beg you hear this humble voice
Please, my emerald goddess, wash away the wounds
Alone, the pilgrim thirsts and falls
The Queen runs to his call
She stoops to soothe his aching brow
Let us now make love

Make love, make love
Let us, let us, let us make love (love, love)
Love, sweet heavenly love (love, love)
I promise you life will be good (love, love)
If you just stand down and try (love, love)
To be one with, so feel pride

Let us make love till the end of time
Now and forever

Please, I beg you hear this humble voice
Please, dear oyster shell reveal your hidden pearl
Alone, the deaf, the sick, the blind
Turn grimly for the knife
The prophet stoops to soothe their brow
Let us now make love

Make love, make love
Let us, let us, let us make love (love, love)
Sweet heavenly love (love, love)
I promise you life will be good (love, love)
If you just stand down and try (love, love)
To be one with, so feel pride

Let us make love till the end of time
Now and forever

Please, I beg you hear this humble voice
Come, let's walk the windy roads to find the truth
Revealed, each part has now been played
Your beauty will not fade
So cling to me, fulfill your vow
Let us now make love

(Love, love)
Sweet heavenly love (love, love)
I promise you life will be good (love, love)
If you just stand down and try (love, love)
To be one with, so feel pride

Let us make love till the end of time
Now and forever
Let us now make love
Till the end of time
 
 
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