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1978 |
1. | Beauty And The Beast |
2. | Field Of Eternity |
3. | Tibetan Yak-Music |
4. | Lullaby – Old Father Time |
5. | Harmonium In The Dust |
6. | Tregenna Afternoons |
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8. | Reaper |
9. | Autumnal |
10. | Flamingo |
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Lullaby – Old Father Time |
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Now that you don't know me,
Is it gone forever, past?
Now my rock has crumbled
In the stormy winter blast.
Now the world is darkening
As I watch the farewell train,
Though once she spoke within me –
Strange, may never see you again.
Now the wind is asking:
How a rock so firm can fall.
Then the breeze he murmurs:
She rose not to save death's call.
Now the leaves are rustling,
Do I hear them speak a name
That waits round every corner –
Strange, may never see you again.
Little girl, lilting lilac,
Autumn Queen, by this quiet brook,
Once you lay, breathing softly –
Now I watch the ashes burn,
A stranger who may not return
Rose with the dawn,
Sailed on the morning tide.
Take this, shining acorn,
Treasure it, through joy and sorrow
When you're old, tired and lonely,
Open it – a voice will sigh,
A memory that went drifting by
Upon the tide that swept you from my side.
Now the bells are calling,
I must tread the homeward track.
Leave the whispering ripples
For the next part I must act.
Though I gave the whole world,
She remembers not my name.
That star beneath the bright lights –
Strange may never see you again.
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Seven long years have gone by,
Scattered on the wind,
Fortunes made and squandered,
Ardour's beacon growing dim.
Seven long years have now past
Neither glimpse nor word
Of the jewel that vanished
Though the case lay undisturbed.
Seven long years have I spent
Trying to forget,
But no man can banish
Heaven he has sought and met.
Through the trials and the tears
Still I cannot learn,
Ever hopeless dreaming
Perhaps some day you will return.
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Dear Friend,
When you are gone,
There'll always be this song
To remind you of where you once belonged.
Though for you fly way, your face will bless the day.
Safe road through stormy weather, let me hear you say:
The sun will shine again.
New dawns will rise again.
And we'll be together, till the end.
Oh baby, what am I supposed to do?
Oh baby, when times get rough,
The going's hard,
I'll still be here for you.
The sun will shine again.
New dawns will rise again.
And we'll be together, till the end.
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