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Blackmore's Night
Blackmore's Night


Background information
Origin Mount Sinai, Long Island, New York, US
Genre(s) Folk-Rock
Neo-Medieval
Years active 1997—present
Label(s) Sony Music
SPV GmbH
Associated acts Rainbow
Deep Purple
Website Website
Members
Ritchie Blackmore
Candice Night



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Blackmore's Night Album


Ghost Of A Rose (2003)
2003
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6.
Queen For A Day, Pt. 2
7.
8.
Nur Eine Minute
9.
10.
Mr. Peagram's Morris And Sword
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15.
16.
Mid Winter's Night (Live Acoustic Version)
17.
Way To Mandalay (Radio Edit)
. . .



I wandered down the pathway, through the misty moor
Like I knew he did a thousand times before
Voices seem to echo "Come talk with me a while
Just around the corner, just another mile..."

I had heard the stories, her legend served her well
A mystic's myth or fable, truth or fairy tale
A raggle taggle gypsy , with a toothless smile
Said "Sit with me my darling, let's talk a little while..."

*And the road goes on, seeming ever longer on the Way to Mandalay
And the road goes on, forever will I wander on the Way to Mandalay...

The mile went on forever, the minutes turned to days
Could I have been misguided by the mystic's ways?
The moment lasts forever, at least it does for me
Caught between what happened and what could never be...


. . .



3 black crows were sitting on a fence
Watching the world pass them by
Laughing at humanity and its pretense
Wondering where next to fly...

*And they cackled in joy and dove through the air
Like the winds of a hurricaine
And they spread their wings as if to declare
"Onward , let freedom ring!"

3 black crows are sitting in a tree
Looking down on mankind
Loving how it feels to be so free
Leaving us far behind...


. . .



Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon
is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a
fall

As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than
robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where
are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years
ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me
something
We both know what memories can bring
They
bring diamonds and rust

Well you burst on the
scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And
there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna
was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed

Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy
hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out
white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking
strictly for me
We both could have died then and there

Now you're telling me
You're not
nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are
so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because
I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back
too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're
offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid




. . .



If I share this with you never speak a word
They would never understand if they ever heard
Gemini, Capricorn, rising in the east
Dancing through the witchwood we began to sing...

In between dark and light in the underworld
Wrapped around your finger like a string of pearls
Smiling face, empty hand, 7 golden rings
Dancing through the starlight we began to sing...

Ahh, still I hear the whisper..."Cartouche"...

Caramel colored leaves spiral in the air
Diving right into the ground 'round the winding stair
Stories carved out of wood, jester and the king
Dancing through the moonlight, we began to sing

Ahh, still I hear the whisper..."Cartouche"...

Memories, black and white, hide behind the glass
In the mirrors and the smoke, its all fading fast
Written word, turn the card winter into spring
Dancing through the witchwood we began to sing...


. . .


A featherbed to rest my head
On roses would I lay
A full moon would glow every night
And summer would be every day
We'd dance and sing all afternoon
And rain would wash troubles away
Every wish would be granted for me
If I could be Queen for a Day...

The finest horse, the color of night
The likes you never did see
Silver stars and firelight and candles would burn just for me
We'd dance and sing all afternoon
And rain would wash troubles away
Every wish would be granted for me
If I could be Queen for a Day...

And when the night grew cold and dark and worries ran too deep
Angels would surround my bed and carry me off to sleep
We'd dance and sing all afternoon
And rain would wash troubles away
Every wish would be granted for me
If I could be Queen for a Day...

. . .

Queen For A Day, Pt. 2

[No lyrics]

. . .



I stood upon the Ivory Tower
As far as I could see
The winds that grew from out of the trees were calling out to me
Curtains blew in the Ivory Tower
Willows start to bend
The ravens flew to escape the fury as the storm descends...

I followed fortune 'round the tower
Searching in vain
For through the mist 'round the old stone tower I only found rain
And though the cold, cold Ivory Tower was stony through and through
I laid and dreamed on a featherbed, my dream was of you
My dream was of you...

All time waiting
As the sun doth set in the haze
All time waiting
Every hour feels like a day...oh...

I feared not in the Ivory Tower
Imprisonment you'll find
Lies within your heart your soul, your spirit and your mind
It lies within your heart, your soul , your spirit and your mind...


. . .

Nur Eine Minute

[No lyrics]

. . .



The valley green was so serene
In the middle ran a stream so blue...
A maiden fair, in despair, once had met her true love there and she told him...
She would say...
"Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me
I love you so,
Never let go,
I will be your ghost of a rose..."

Her eyes believed in mysteries
She would lay amongst the leaves of amber
Her spirit wild, heart of a child, yet gentle still and quiet and mild and he loved her...
When she would say...
"Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me
I love you so,
Never let go,
I will be your ghost of a rose..."

When all was done, she turned to run
Dancing to the setting sun as he watched her
And ever more he thought he saw
A glimpse of her upon the moors forever
He'd hear her say...
"Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me
I love you so,
Never let go,
I will be your ghost of a rose..."


. . .

Mr. Peagram's Morris And Sword

[No lyrics]

. . .



Merrily we sailed along
Though the waves were plenty strong
Down the twisting river Rhine
Following a song...
Legend's faded storyline
Tried to warn us all
Oh, they called her "Loreley"
Careful or you'll fall...

Oh, the stories we were told
Quite a vision to behold
Mysteries of the seas in her eyes of gold...
Laying on the silver stone, such a lonely sight
Barnacles become a throne, my poor Loreley...

And the winds would cry, and many men would die
And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley...

You would not believe your eyes, how a voice could hypnotize
Promises are only lies from Loreley
In a shade of mossy green, seashell in her hand
She was born the river queen, ne'er to grace the land...

Oh, the song of Loreley
Charms the moon right from the sky...
She will get inside your mind, loveley Loreley...
When she cries "Be with me until the end of time"
You know you will ever be with your Loreley...


. . .



On a long road, miles to go
Its winding and cold and its covered with snow
But I ask you what we all want to know
Where are we going from here...

Lines on my face , lines on my hands
Lead to a future I don't understand
Some things don't go as they're planned...
Where are we going from here...

Tracing the trails through the mirrors of time
Spinning in circles with riddles in rhyme
We lose our way, trying to find
Searching to find our way home...
Trying to find our way home...

As the day dies, with tears in our eyes
There's too few hellos and too many goodbyes
Silence answers our cries...where are we going from here...

We're all on this road, with miles to go
Braving new pathways into the unknown
But who do you ask, when no one really knows
Where we are going from here...


. . .


The rain wasn't made of water
The snow didn't have a place in the sun
So we slipped behind the rainbow
And laid back till we had done

And then the rain wasn't made of water
And the snow didn't have a place in the sun
So we slipped behind the rainbow
And laid back till we had done

Through northern lights on back streets
I told the coachman "just drive me on
It's the same old destination
But a different world to sing upon"
So he threw back his head and he counted
I got out about five to nine
And I waved at the stage door-keeper
Said "mister, get me to the stage on time"

And then the rain wasn't made of water
And the snow didn't have a place in the sun
So we slipped behind the rainbow
And laid back till we had done

I packed my ammunition
Inside the crowd was shouting "encore"
But I had a most funny feeling
It wasn't me they were shouting for
So when the tall dark lady smiled at me
I said "oh baby let us go for a ride"
And we came upon two drinks or four
And popped them oh so neatly inside

And then the rain wasn't made of water
And the snow didn't have a place in the sun
So we slipped behind the rainbow
And laid back till we had done

Let me pack you deep in my suitcase
Oh there's sure to be room for two
Or you can drive me to the airplane
But don't let me catch those rainbow blues

And then the rain wasn't made of water
And the snow didn't have a place in the sun
So we slipped behind the rainbow
And laid back till we had done

So then the rain wasn't made of water
And the snow didn't have a place in the sun
So we slipped behind the rainbow
And laid back till we had done

The rain wasn't made of water
The snow didn't have a place in the sun
The rain wasn't made of water
The snow didn't have a place in the sun

. . .



We'll drink together
And when we drink we'll drink together, not alone!
We'll drink together
And when we drink we'll drink together, not alone!
All For One, and One For All!
We'll drink together
And when we drink we'll drink together, not alone!
All For One, and One For All!
We'll drink together
And when we drink we'll drink together, not alone!

We'll sing together
And when we sing we'll sing together, not alone!
We'll sing together
And when we sing we'll sing together, not alone!
All For One, and One For All!
We'll sing together
And when we sing we'll sing together, not alone!
All For One, and One For All!
We'll sing together
And when we sing we'll sing together, not alone!

We'll fight together
And when we fight we'll fight together, not alone!
We'll fight together
And when we fight we'll fight together, not alone!
All For One, and One For All!
We'll fight together
And when we fight we'll fight together, not alone!
All For One, and One For All!
We'll fight together
And when we fight we'll fight together, not alone!

We'll fall together
And when we fall we'll fall together, not alone!
We'll fall together
And when we fall we'll fall together, not alone!
All For One, and One For All!
We'll fall together
And when we fall we'll fall together, not alone!
All For One, and One For All!
We'll fall together
And when we fall we'll fall together, not alone!


. . .



Where has the time gone...it seems to fly so fast
One moment you're having fun, the next its come to pass
Days turn into yesteryear, old friends find their own way
Until the moment you leave...I wish that you would stay...

So here's to you, all our friends, surely we will meet again
Don't stay away too long this time
We'll raise a glass, maybe two
And we'll be thinkng of you
Until our paths cross again...maybe next time...

Let's laugh at the memories, and talk all afternoon
Let's remember the moments that leave us all too soon
We'll smile at the pictures still lingering in our minds
When you're reminiscing, then all you need is time...

Tracing faded photographs, a scrapbooks lonely charm
Pressed flowers and dreams we had, our fingerprint on time
The 1st moment we ever met, when your eyes met mine...
I remember the summers of Dandelion Wine..


. . .


Maire, lei comagnon gansaion
A questo nue, balin-malan,
Leis ave, lei fedo sounaion.
D'ounte ven ageu sagan?

Lou gat sauto dins la paniero,
Medor gingouelo dins lei champ,
E lei garri dins la feniero,
Barruelon coume de bregand!

The bells are ringing
On Mid Winter's Night
The moon sets all alone
And once again I try to sleep before morning light

Too soon the sun will come a-calling
over the hills in our little town
Too soon the snow will start falling
over the world without a sound

While in my room dreams are a-fleeting
I close my eyes one more time
All too quickly the dawn is breaking
and I must leave the night behind.

The bells are ringing
On Mid Winter's Night
The moon sets all alone
And once again I try to sleep before the morning light

The bells are ringing
On Mid Winter's Night
The moon sets all alone
And once again I try to sleep before the morning light
And once again I try
How I try to sleep before the morning light
Before the morning light
Before the morning light

. . .



I wandered down the pathway, through the misty moor
Like I knew he did a thousand times before
Voices seem to echo "Come talk with me a while
Just around the corner, just another mile..."

I had heard the stories, her legend served her well
A mystic's myth or fable, truth or fairy tale
A raggle taggle gypsy , with a toothless smile
Said "Sit with me my darling, let's talk a little while..."

*And the road goes on, seeming ever longer on the Way to Mandalay
And the road goes on, forever will I wander on the Way to Mandalay...

The mile went on forever, the minutes turned to days
Could I have been misguided by the mystic's ways?
The moment lasts forever, at least it does for me
Caught between what happened and what could never be...


. . .


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