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Turn Of The Century
Yes Anderson,Howe,White) Realising a form out of stone. Set hands moving. Roan shaped his heart thru his working hands. Work to mold his passion into clay, like the sun. In his room, his lady she would dance and sing so completely. So be still he now cries I have time, oh let clay transform thee so. In the deep cold of night winter calls, he cries "Don't deny me!" For his lady, deep her illness. Time has caught her and will for all reasons take her. In the still light of dawn, she dies. Helpless hands soul revealing. Like leaves we touch we learn. We once knew the story. As winter calls he will starve. All but to see the stone be life Now Roan, no more tears. So transformed him Set to work his strength. so absorbed him. realising a form out of stone. His work Could she hear him? Could she see him? All aglow was his room dazed in this light. He would touch her Laughing as they danced. he would hold her. Highest colors touching others. Did her eyes at the turn of the century when we meet, how we'll love, oh let life so transform me. tell me plainly We once knew the story. Like leaves we touched we danced. As autumn called and we both remembered all those many years ago. I'm sure we know. Was the sign with a touch We walk hands in the sun. As I kiss your fingers. Memories when we're young. Love lingers so. that made all your looks Was it sun through the haze as warm as moonlight? As a pearl deep in your eyes, tears have flown away, all the same light. Did her eyes at the turn of the century tell me plainly when we meet how we'll look as we smile time will leave me clearly. Like leaves we touch, we see. We will know the story. As autumn calls we'll both remember all those many years ago |
