Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song White Light, artist - Gene Clark. Album song White Light, in the genre Фолк-рок
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Record label: A&M
Song language: English
White Light |
Oh, the village of the hill |
Sitting silently at will |
Like some prophecy forgotten by an age |
With no guns before its gate |
The mysterious estate |
Lies waiting for its history’s dawning page |
With the raging of the sea before its height |
And the strength of those whom see beyond their sight |
Oh, the smithies anvil rings |
And the symphony it sings |
No voice nor poet’s pen can put to tune |
And electric lines of force |
Ring around the humble lives |
Of the souls that hear the master saying soon |
With the clouds that gather near disturb the night |
Striking flashes of a difference, fleeing fright |
No slight of tongue nor hand |
Can so boldly there withstand |
When the spirit of it’s truth shall speak the time |
And no ignorance of life |
Can be held within the sight |
Of the buttresses of ageless binds of time |
The communion of the forces take delight |
With the fear that no tongues may read nor write |
White Light |
Oh the village of the hill |
Sitting silently still |
With the strength of ages past they’re still at hand |
Reckons not to look behind |
But to look within and find |
And to hear of those enlightened by the lamb |
With the powers of the wind both fierce and light |
And the waters of the storm went through the night |