KING CRIMSON lyrics - In The Court Of The Crimson King

Moonchild

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Call her moonchild Dancing in the shallows of a river Lovely moonchild Dreaming in the shadow of the willow. Talking to the trees of the cobweb strange Sleeping on the steps of a fountain Waving silver wands to the night-birds song Waiting for the sun on the mountain. She's a moonchild Gathering the flowers in a garden. Lovely moonchild Drifting on the echoes of the hours. Sailing on the wind in a milk white gown Dropping circle stones on a sun dial Playing hide and seek with the ghosts of dawn Waiting for a smile from a sun child.

All Our Days

Denny Sandy
(Sandy Denny) We search for everything Keeping what we would win Orchids or tiny flowers Wooden huts or ivory towers Centuries or hours Dark are the winter days Holy in many ways Vaults of time unshaken Whilst as through them we are taken Sleeping forests wake Ice melts on the lake Birds begin in making their way back home The frost and the fire goes East winds and winter snows Sun upon the daffodils Dancing on the verdant hills Lambs in the fields Warmer grows the morning sun Days of youthfulness and fun The prime of the year begun The song of summer to be sung Everything is one Working day is done Watch the river running through our lives How slowly the colours change We feel the drops of rain Mists of evening rise again We rarely stroll the shadowed lanes As autumn night draws in We sit upon the sand Warmth draining from the land Watching the ruby sun Setting on the ocean The echoes in the caves The flame upon the waves Memories for saving all our days

Wait For You

Luna Halo
My skin feels strange Like there's something underneath Locked in these chains How I ache to be free Dancing shadows Call me closer But still I'm waiting Until the sun stands still again Until the earth reverses Until my eyes can see the wind I'll wait for you I've been sleeping It seems Most of my life Black and white dreams Stealing What's meant for my eyes Cold like winter Frozen silence But I'm still waiting

The Mystic's Dream

LOREENA MCKENNITT "The Mask And Mirror"
A clouded dream on an earthly night Hangs upon the crescent moon A voiceless song in an ageless light Sings at the coming dawn Birds in flight are calling there Where the heart moves the stones There that my heart is longing for All for the love of you A painting hangs on an ivy wall Nestled in the emerald moss The eyes declare a truce of trust Then it draws me far away Where deep in the desert twilight Sand melts in pools of the sky Darkness lays her crimson cloak Your lamps will call, call me home And so it's there that my homage's due Clutch-ed by the still of the night Now I feel, feel you move And every breath, breath is full So it's there my homage's due Clutch-ed by the still of the night Even the distance feels so near All for the love of you A clouded dream on an earthly night Hangs upon the crescent moon A voiceless song in an ageless light Sings at the coming dawn Birds in flight are calling there Where the heart moves the stones There at my heart is longing for All for the love of you

Gone (Like)

David Alan Coe "Compass Point"
By David Allan Coe SHE'S TAKEN TO WALKING ALONE IN THE EVENING SHE'S TAKEN TO SLEEPING ALL NIGHT IN HIS CHAIR TOGETHER THEY BOTH HAD A REASON FOR LIVING BACK WHEN THE FELLING OF LOVING WAS THERE THEN SHE TOOK TO DREAMING WHEN HE WASN'T LOOKING AND HE TOOK TO LOOKING FOR MOMENTS ALONE TOGETHER THEY DRIFTED APART FROM EACH OTHER TOGETHER THEY BOTH KNEW THE FELLING WAS GONE GONE LIKE THE SPARROW SOUTH FOR THE WINTER GONE LIKE THE RIVER OUT TO THE SEA GONE LIKE THE LEAVES FROM THE TREES WHEN ITS SNOWING GONE LIKE THE LOVE THAT THEY ONCE GAVE SO FREE TILL HE TOOK TO STARRING AT HIS LONESOME SHADOW AND SHE TOOK TO HUMMING THE WORDS TO SOME SONG THEY BOTH FELT IT SLIPPING THAT FEELING OF GIVING LEAVING THE FEELING OF BEING ALONE EACH OF THEM REACH OUT FOR THE OTHER TOGETHER THEY GO THOUGH THE MOTIONS ALONE TRYING TO PRETEND THAT NOTHING ELSE MATTERS MAKING BELIEVE THAT THEIR LOVE ISN'T GONE

Chickfactor

Belle Sebastian "Fiction"
What was it I saw in New York? I'm not the same anymore How will I hide these feelings inside Call my girl on the phone Neon lights shine bright Taxi cabs glide by Aeroplanes they fly, high up in the sky Pretty girl says Hi... What's the worst job you've had? What do you read? What's driving you mad? Met the cigarette girl- took a note of her charms But no cigar Met the Indie-Cool Queen Took me out of the bar And showed me the scene My little girl I can't find She's five hours behind It's the singer not the song Something's gone wrong Said the spider to the fly Do I like this girl? It's such a big world 1 like the tone of her voice I loved the sound of her voice When I get back to London from outer space Will it fall into place? I'll hold onto my smile Find my girl in a while Look myself in the face Don't know what you see Am I playing in your movie? You're in my magazine Are you talking to me? CHICKFACTOR

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