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Cold-hearted orb
that rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight. Red is grey and yellow white, But we decide which is right. And which is an illusion? Pinprick holes in a colourless sky, Let insipid figures of light pass by. The mighty light of ten thousand suns, Challenges infinity and is soon gone. Nighttime, to some, a brief interlude, To others, the fear of solitude. Brave Helios wake up your steeds, Bring the warmth the countryside needs. |
| Something calls to me,
The trees are drawing me near, I've got to find out why. Those gentle voices I hear, Explain it all with a sigh. |
| Twilight time to dream awhile,
Unveils a deepening blue. As fantasy strides, over colorful skies, The form disappearing from view. In twilight time, dream with me awhile.
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In a child's world it always will. |
| Be it sight, sound, smell, or touch,
There's something inside, that we need so much. The sight of a touch, or the scent of a sound, Or the strength of an oak, with roots, deep in the ground. The wonder of flowers, to be covered, And then to burst up, through tarmac, to the sun again, Or to fly to the sun, without burning a wing, To lie in a meadow, and hear the grass sing. To have all these things in our memories hoard, And to use them, to help us, to find the lost chord... |
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| My world is spinning around,
Everything is lost that I found. People run, come ride with me, Let's find another place that's free. |
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Built in the image of the Father From the outside looking in But inside is a different place Beautify earth -- and scream, IAM |
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Mystery
spread it's cloak across the sky, we'd lost our way.
Shadows fell from trees, they knew why.
Then through the leaves a light broke through,
A path lost for years led us through.
House of four doors, I could live there forever,
House of four doors, would it be there forever.
Loneliness, the face of pilgrim's eyes looked
on,
As the door opened wide.
Beauty, they had found before my eyes to see,
And to the next door we came.
Love of music, showed in everything we heard,
Through the third door where are we?
Enter in, all ye who seek to find within,
As the plaque said on the last door.
John Lodge
It may be a fire
Tomorrow it could be nothing
It may reach out to the sky
Light up everything that you know
Everywhere you go from now
You will see better than before
People you've not known for years
Will come knocking at your door
It may be a fire
But you've gotta get it into your heart
It may be a warm wind
That tries to blow your heart away
It may walk into your life
Tell you everything that you know
Looking down through all the years
Making plans that have gone passed
Something you've not known for years
But you knew that it would last
It may be a fire
But you gotta get it into your heart
I'm turning all the answers
Inside out
Looking for a love
That reaches out
Of the fire into your heart
It may be a fire
Tomorrow it may be nothing
It may reach up to the sky
Light up everything that I know
Everywhere I go from now
I will see better than before
People I've known for years
Will come knocking at my door
It may be a fire
But you gotta get it into your heart
It may be a fire
But you gotta get it
You gotta get it
You gotta get it into your heart
It may be a fire
But you gotta get it into your heart
Justin Hayward/John Lodge
Walking home with you last night,
You said the world is beautiful,
And how things look that way when you're in love.
I love this world,
When I'm in your arms,
Is this heaven?
I opened up the letter that the,
Postman gave to me this morning.
Had to stop myself from shouting out,
"I love this world."
When I'm in your arms,
Is this heaven?
When I'm in your arms,
Is this heaven?
I know that heaven waits,
For those whose love is true.
I want to be there when,
The age love is come again.
Tell me all about yourself,
And how you came to me like in a dream.
And every night I dream of you,
I dream of you.
When I'm in your arms,
Is this heaven?
When I'm in your arms,
Is this heaven?
I know that heaven waits,
For those whose love is true.
Don't ask me where or when,
The time for us will come again.
I sit and watch the sun go down,
And in the darkness there's no sound.
While in the sky tonight the stars all cry "I
love You,"
Are they crying out over you.
'Cos you're in my heart,
Is this heaven?
'Cos the story starts and ends with you.
The Dream
(Graeme Edge)
When the white eagle of the North is flying overhead
The browns, reds and golds of autumn lie in the
gutter, dead.
Remember then, that summer birds with wings of
fire flaying
Came to witness spring's new hope, born of leaves
decaying.
Just as new life will come from death, love will
come at leisure.
Love of love, love of life and giving without
measure
Gives in return a wondrous yearn of a promise
almost seen.
Live hand-in-hand and together we'll stand on
the threshold of a dream.
(Justin Hayward)
I've been thinking about our fortune,
And I've decided that we're really not to blame
For the love that's deep inside us now
Is still the same
And the sound we make together
Is the music to the story in your eyes
It's been shining down upon me now
I realize
Listen to the tide slowly turning
Wash all our heartaches away
We are part of the fire that is burning
And from the ashes we can build another day
But I'm frightened for your children
And the life that we are living is in vain
And the sunshine we've been waiting for
Will turn to rain
When the final line is over
And it's certain that the curtain's gonna fall
I can hide inside your sweet sweet love
For ever more
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tragically taken Sept 11, 2001. Our prayers , sympathy and love are with you! Children Of Paradise Like
the crashing of a wave
'Cos we can be
In the twinkling
of an eye
We can be
And all I know
Through the violence
and the rage
We can be
"The View
From The Hill"
Justin Hayward |
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