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Now, now as the sun climbs the hills,
Softly she skips on the sand,
Daughter of the breeze
Free, like the swifts of the sky, I see her,
Dim, through the panes of my tears, I see her,
Then she is here, mine, always around me â
Mine till the morning mist comes.
Now, now that the evening must fall,
Weary, she sits by the river,
Kind winds toss her hair,
Free, like the swifts of the sky, I see her,
Dim, through the panes of the tears, I see her.
Then she is here, mine, always around me.
Her warm touch, glad to have found me.
Day-long â walking my kingdom,
Her soft smile speaking of freedom.
Now, now that the evening has gone,
Deep in a slumber she lies,
Golden hair to touch,
Free, like the swifts of the sky, I see her.
Dim, through the panes of my tears, I see her,
Then she's no more than just an illusion,
Mine till the morning mist comes.
- Album:
- Private Parts of Pieces XI: City of Dreams
- Invisible Men
- Sides
- Wise After The Event
- The Geese And The Ghost
- The Geese & The Ghost
- Radio Clyde 1978
- Radio Clyde
- Harvest of the Heart - An Anthology
- Wise After the Event (disc 2)
- Anthology
- Private Parts & Pieces VIII: New England
- Private Parts & Pieces II: Back to the Pavilion
- Private Parts and Pieces IX: Dragonfly Dreams
- Private Parts & Pieces IV: A Catch at the Tables
- Soundscapes: An Anthology
- Harvest of the Heart
- Private Parts & Pieces
- Private Parts & Pieces II: Back to the Pavillion
- Living Room Concert