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The Incredible String Band
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Queen Of Love
作词:Robin Williamson
A strong power calls from the left hand Across the waters deep A strong power calls from the left hand Let all things sleep or weep
Oh, the queen of love You have unwove my eyes And my heart will not sleep
The eye would sleep but the mind would rise I must needs walk down God's eyebrows And along the streets of his eyes Look for me and you will see me in my red cloak Swimming determined as God's blood flies
Creatures of grief, you beg from the thief I will not carry home your sacks of sorrow But I will pay the fiddler good silver if he smiles Pray God he see tomorrow
The fine, fine girls that are into it And my eyes with salt water swim And we disputing with a brittle gaiety upon the world's rim If I sought to love you with my body It would be with a bent back unto the day of doom
Oh, the queen of love I am in her heart She is in my room
And together alone we clasp hands And in each other's eyes walk the endless shore And below I have my duty to perform in the song And that, that I was, you will see it no more
The snow is on the hills of my heart And to speak is to die The men at arms do seek to mark me And the monks raise hue and cry
Seek me in vain on Golgotha Or in fear's hollow For the way I take today Only the true may follow
The ancestors in stone armor calling for loyalty untrue Seek to make a zigzag of the arrow's flight It is so swaddled in the bands of form But I am girdled with the storm and cloaked with the night
I am not to be seen or found 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Save only in what I cause Standing outside on the inside outside Perfectingness or flaws
How shall I say where I end or where you begin? How shall I say, what shall I play? Shall it be you or the wild wind
As Pan with the insane eyes Or with the wild horns Or when I am crowned with the paper crown Or with the crown of thorns
A strong power compels distortion from the right hand Fleece to the gray wolves, fangs to the gray sheep But the queen of love she strokes My body alive, that I do not sleep
The doctor brews potions and pills To open his own front door And the locksmith makes strong bolts To bar his gates to every new breeze that blows
Shall I now put lion's ears upon my ears? Hear every sound as a roar? Shall I now put mouse's eyes upon my eyes? Gauge the moon for size against my paw?
While the queen of love She sings to me From above and beyond the world
And I observe my mind It is playing ignorant boy While at her feet I am curled
And I remember all female movements so well Of such a form to give much joy and ease much care To perfume and let fall the colored gown And to let down the curling hair
But now I play seed thrower And I will play three-legged man I will play dream weaver and day bringer And catch as catch can
While the queen of love She swims like a silver dove in my mind's room And my body sleepwalks down the road In a warm dark swoon
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