Barclay James Harvest
the iran maiden
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She walks on through the night
Her circumstances slight
Are only helping her to fail
And though she feels she's right
She tries with all her might
And makes the deepest peril pale
Oh, but she is unreal
Oh, but she doesn't feel
Oh, but she is unreal
She chooses who to love
And then unlike a dove
She takes the laughter from their smile
She wears a velvet glove
Her friends may find it rough
It is a gauntlet all the while
Oh, but she is unreal
Oh, but she doesn't feel
Oh, but she is unreal
- Album:
- Retrospective
- Berlin - A Concert For The People
- Welcome To The Show
- Victims of Circumstance
- XII
- Octoberon
- Time Honoured Ghosts
- Baby James Harvest
- Miscellaneous
- Once Again (40th Anniversary Edition)
- BBC In Concert 1972 (Stereo)
- Taking Some Time On: The Parlophone-Harvest Years (1968-73)
- Barclay James Harvest And Other Short Stories
- Barclay James Harvest (Deluxe Edition)
- Live Tapes
- BBC In Concert 1972 (Mono)
- Prog Rocks!: Volume Two
- Prog Rocks! [5 Component Labels Set]
- Prog Rocks!
- Progressive Rock Collection Vol.2