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Dancer and The Moon



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dancer and the moon



I Think It´s Going Rain Today
(Randy Newman)

Broken windows and empty hallways
A pale dead moon in the sky streaked with gray
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today

Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles
With frozen smiles to chase love away
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today

Lonely, lonely
Tin can at my feet
Think I'll kick it down the street
That's the way to treat a friend

Bright before me the signs implore me
To help the needy and show them the way
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today

Troika

There´s a place in my heart
The shadows call their home
Gold as the winds through Sibiria
Where the snow lies so deep you can´t even see the sun
Run my troika run

let the horses run free
So dark against the while
Over the fields ´til they´re out of sight
And I am swept away
The journey has begun
Run my troika run

Oh my mother Russia
Land of Fairytales
Captured like the wind in her silken sails...
And the time rushes by
A thief in the night
Stealing my memory Fading out the light
But I cannot forget where it is that I come from
Run my troika run

I can still see your face
The years have been kind
Dust on the pictures, clouding up my mind
remember me now
Not far what I may become
Run my troika run

There´s a place in my heart
The shadows call their home
Gold as the winds through Sibiria
Where the snow lies so deep you can´t even see the sun
Run my troika run

The Last Leaf

There´s a tree in an open field
Branches reach for the sun
With the green of a thousand leaves
and the world that has just begun...

The springtime is here again
Buds and blossoms abound
Promises of future days
and new life that is all around

See the last leaf shivering
as the winds did blow
Holdinh light to what she knew
for fear of the unknown

Soon the spring turned to summertime
She could never deny
How she loved her home up there
in between the earth and sky
Still to drift on a summer breeze
Was to taste paradise
But that summer would turn to fall
and the autumn would turn to ice

See the last leaf shivering
as the winds did blow
Holdinh light to what she knew
for fear of the unknown

In the harvest of golden days
leaves were turning to fire
dancing upon the autumn breeze
like a princess on the high wire
On by one though the dancers dove
Spiraling to the ground
carried off on a winter wind
disappearing without a sound

See the last leaf shivering
as the winds did blow
Holdinh light to what she knew
for fear of the unknown

So the last leaf shivering
as the winds did blow
Holding light to what could be
Finally letting go

Lady in Black

(Ken Hensley)BN Version

She came to me one morning,
one lonely Sunday morning,
her long hair flowing in the mid-winter wind.
I know not how she found me, for in darkness I was walking,
and destruction lay around me from a fight I could not win.

Aaaaaaaaa, Aaaaaaaaa

She asked me name my foe then.
I said the need within some men
to fight and kill their brothers without thought of love or god.
And I begged her give me horses to trample down my enemies,
so eager was my passion to devour this waste of life.

Aaaaaaaaa, Aaaaaaaaa

But she would not think of battle that reduces men to animals,
so easy to begin and yet impossible to end.
For she the mother of all men did council me so wisely then
I feared to walk alone again and asked if she would stay.

Aaaaaaaaa, Aaaaaaaaa

"Oh lady lend your hand," I cried,
"Oh let me rest here at your side."
"Have faith and trust in me,"
she said and filled my heart with life.
"There is no strength in numbers.
Have no such misconception.
But when you need me be assured I won't be far away."

Aaaaaaaaa, Aaaaaaaaa

She came to me one morning,
one lonely Sunday morning,
her long hair flowing in the mid-winter wind.
And if one day she comes to you drink deeply from her words so wise.
Take courage from her as your prize and say hello for me.

Temple Of The King
(R. Blackmore& R.Dio)BN-Version

One day, in the year of the fox
Came a time remembered well,
When the strong young man of the rising sun
Heard the tolling of the great black bell.
One day in the year of the fox,
When the bell began to ring,
It meant the time had come for one to go
To the temple of the king.

There in the middle of the circle he stands,
Searching, seeking.
With just one touch of his trembling hand,
The answer will be found.
Daylight waits while the old man sings,
Heaven help me!
And then like the rush of a thousand wings,
It shines upon the one.
And the day has just begun.

One day in the year of the fox
Came a time remembered well,
When the strong young man of the rising sun
Heard the tolling of the great black bell.
One day in the year of the fox,
When the bell began to sing
It meant the time had come for the one to go
To the temple of the king. 

Far from the circle, at the edge of the world,
He's hoping, wondering.
Thinking back on the stories he's heard of
What he's going to see.
Back with the people in the circle he stands,
Giving, feeling.
With just one touch of a strong right hand, they know
Of the temple and the king.

One day in the year of the fox
Came a time remembered well,
When the strong young man of the rising sun
Heard the tolling of the great black bell.

Dancer and The Moon

Here in the twilight
Under the moonlight
I feel your hungry eyes
Drums in the distance
Echoes of madness around the firelight
In the heartbeat of the night
Hey hey hey till the breack of day
La la la la la la la la la la la la
Hey Hey Hey Dance the whole night trough
Nothing gets between the Dancer and the Moon

Follow me closely arms wrapped around me
Life is a sweet, sweet wine
Glittering gold as stories unfold
Those secrets are lost in time
to the heartbeat of the night
Hey hey hey....

Master of fate how you captivate me
Filling my onedesire
two of a kind with one state of mind
You´ve set my whole world on fire...
hey hey hey....

The Ash Grove

The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly tis speaking,
the wind through it playing has language for me.
Whenever the light through its branches is breaking
a host of kind faces is gazing on me.
The friends of my childhood again are before me,
each step wakes a memory as freely I roam.
With soft whispers laden its leaves rustle o'er me,
the ash grove, the ash grove again alone is my home.

Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander
when twilight is fading I pensively rove.
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander
amid the dark shades of the lonely ash grove.
Twas there while the blackbird was cheerfully singing
I first met that dear one, the joy of my heart.
Around us for gladness the bluebells were springing
the ash grove, the ash grove that sheltered my home.


The Moon is Shining (Somewhere Over The Sea)

The moon was shining somewhere over the sea
The moon was waiting for you to return to me
I haven´t seen the day, since you went away
Oh the moon was shining, somewhere over the sea
The snow was folling, colder than winters I´ve known
The snow was falling icicles turning to stone
Still I wish on a star. Come back wherever you are
Oh the snow was falling colder since I´ve been alone
Oh the stars stopped glowing on the night that you left
Oh the wind stopped blowing, all I could hold was my breath
Still I have to believe you will return to me
Oh the stars stopped glowing on the night that you left
Still I have to believe you will return to me
Oh the stars stopped glowing on the night that you left...

The Spinner´s Tale

Somewhere the leaves on the trees look like lace
falling in shadows across your face.
Sunshine and darkness in perfect harmony
shadows now live where light used to be.

A spinning wheel where our memories were spun
Weaving our waythrough the fabric of time
Winding the wheel back the where we had begun
Spinning away to when you once were mine.

Here in my chamber waiting for the dawn
I turn away the curtains are drawn
somewhere in time when the night began to fall
just for a moment we had it all

We choose our path never knowing right or wrong
ribbons get tangled within the storm
just like the widow was weaving her web
the spinners wheel holds tight to the thread