Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Commune, artist - Roy Harper. Album song Live In Concert at Metropolis Studios, London, in the genre Фолк-рок
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Record label: Metropolis Group, Union Square
Song language: English
Commune |
I thought I heard the sound of my name and I looked back down behind me |
And with hair like the ripened wheat she came, sure as the west wind to find me |
And just for a moment I wished my life to see our friends all around us |
And I turned to her but I held my breath in the far Norwegian mountains |
For there we stood two children of spring as everything seemed to be gleaming |
Her looking breathless clean out of my mind and me with my crazy dreaming |
To think of my friends underneath the same roof in one common destination |
When all we do is remain aloof like we have no close relation |
And love is my torment and I’ll take when I can |
But I’ll give in the moment when you are my woman and I am your man |
And I watched her makin' her first daisy chain as her nipples hung hard in |
suggestion |
And naked, gnat-bitten we drifted fain in the hazy deserved sensation |
And we dreamt of all the loves we’d known and we never never thought of the |
sorrow |
With forelocks wound over primrose down in the wood by the emptin long barrow |
Two silver greenflies to flicker the backdropping, lush of the emerald |
springtime |
To lust for a moment in love of another is dust on a dragonfly’s wing |
And love is no torment for we’ll give when we can |
And we’ll live in the moment when you are my woman and I am your man |
And the blackcap sings and the forest rings, the nettles tall around me |
With shafts of sun and moving things and poems fast and slowly |
And fantasies of luscious thirst for new lust and fresh waters to seek it |
Like diamonds set in realities of skies drawn back in secret |
But somewhere out there with my heart in her care and her prayers in the |
breezes that caught them |
She sits like the earth as I fly to her arms like the showering yellows of |
autumn |
And love is no torment for we’ll give when we can |
And we’ll live in the moment when she is my woman and I am her man |