Can I face tomorrow With the news you bring me My soul feels cold like ice A pinprick makes no pain Hear me, listen, help me I felt our thing change From love to something else How can it plague my mind A pinprick makes no pain Hear me, listen, help me I shall find myuself But I must have the time To sow the seeds of something new Farmer plough the field Harvest all you can A corn field smells so sweet A pinprick makes no pain Hear me, listen, help me But to follow the weaver of dreams Behind the sun that knows, it seems that I am foresworn - a naked troubadour I sit at court and I sing To the Princess of Beauty and Light She favours me though I'm merely A minstrel of the night There on my right Sits the King with his clowns He pays to laugh While his queen lives on downs And the smile on his brow is the crown Morning bird sing, fill my ears With the joy of our sorrow unmasked Lend me your wings for the sunrays of dawn Are here to last I take my leave, as I leave I must take All I have seen in my dream - then I wake And it is as safe as yesterday isTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
