Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Vision Of The Lady Of The Lake, artist - Strawbs. Album song Just A Collection Of Antiques And Curios, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
The Vision Of The Lady Of The Lake |
The boatman rose to the sound of his heartbeat |
Loud in the silent approach of the dawn |
He glanced through the window at mist on the lake |
Which hung like a shroud in the still of the morn |
The silver cobwebs spun with the dew |
Hung from the bushes in filigree splendour |
And water lilies asleep on the lake |
Were reflected so delicate, tranquil and tender |
The boat man sighed as he strode through the woods |
To the place where his boat lay moored to a stake |
The hollow sound as his footsteps echoed |
Until the sound was lost on the lake |
He cast off, poling the boat from the shore |
Peering a head through damp clinging haze |
He thought that he saw strange swirling shapes |
A trick on the eyes that the mist often plays |
So intent was the boatman on crossing the lake |
That he failed to notice the current that flowed |
Leading his boat from familiar parts |
He was firmly, yet somehow unknowingly, towed |
All at once the mist seemed to lift |
Sufficient to show the boatman a pool |
That he’d never seen in the whole of his life |
Unnaturally deep, black and silent, and cool |
The boatman’s shirt clung to his back |
He was sweating both from exertion and fear |
He had the sensation that someone was watching |
He felt the presence of somebody near |
An invisible force prevented him moving |
The strength of his arms was utterly sapped |
The twisted bushes converged round the lake |
Like a fish in a net he was trapped |
Suddenly out of the water before him |
The wraith-like form of a maiden appeared |
Clad in shimmering radiant robes |
The maiden materialised as she neared |
The hair which finely crowned her head |
Was a halo of golden reflecting the sun |
All of the beautiful women of time |
Were formed all at once into one |
She handed the boatman the sword she was holding |
Which flashed irridescent before his eyes |
Excalibur surely was hardly a match |
For a sword that simple description defies |
The boatman stood transfixed by her gaze |
Which reached to the depths of his very soul |
To he who could conquer the evils of life |
She offered herself as a whole |
The maiden vanished before his gaze |
Leaving him clutching the sword in his fist |
The hairs on the nape of his neck seemed to stiffen |
A creature approached him from out of the mist |
It was powerful, huge and yet stupid indeed |
For it held right back and failed to attack |
The boatman struck at its small stupid eyes |
And it crashed to the ground and lay on its back |
Without a warning the sky seemed to blacken |
As though the sun were in total eclipse |
The boatman crouched low as a vast eagle swooped |
And a horrified cry escaped from his lips |
It strutted before him with pride in its bearing |
Admiring its talons both vicious and cruel |
Taking advantage the boatman struck fast |
And the eagle slid to the depths of the pool |
The terrified boatman tried moving his boat |
But his pole had grown roots in the watery deep |
The bank grew alive with the coils of a snake |
And all you could hear was its slither and creep |
It cast an envious stare at the boatman |
Slid into the water and swam to the boat |
He stood hypnotised by its green jealous eyes |
As it came from the water and coiled round his throat |
As its coils tightened slowly his breath came in gasps |
As he choked so he lifted the sword in despair |
As the snake was still gloating he severed its head |
And in death the snake’s coils thrashed wild in the air |
The boatman wiped the sweat from his brow |
His heart was pounding as never before |
His eyes like a lizard’s tongue darted around |
Not daring to rest for a minute or more |
An involuntary shiver went up his spine |
As he heard the sound of eerie howls |
A wolf appeared on the banks of the pool |
Saliva dripped from its loathsome jowls |
Hatred smouldered deep in his eyes |
Which glowed like coals from Hades fire |
It seemed to grow as it crouched and snarled |
And watched as the boatman began to tire |
It was almost as though the wolf had learned |
For it did not attack as the others had done |
But bided its time until the moment was right |
And sprang as the boatman stared into the sun |
But the boatman too had learned to hold back |
And holding his sword as though a knife |
He plunged it deep into the wolf’s heart |
Then fell to his knees and prayed for his life |
As he felt a hand on his shoulder he whirled |
To find the maiden by his side |
She smiled and the world seemed to open before him |
He tried to speak but his tongue was tied |
You must plunge the sword deep into my heart |
Lest I should crumble into dust |
She offered the boatman the meaning of life |
And love, if he could but conquer lust |
She bared her breasts before his eyes |
The boatman still was stricken dumb |
He flung the sword back into the water |
Back to the depths from which it had come |
The water around him began to boil |
The maiden began to wither away |
His boat was swamped as the creatures arose |
And evil lived for another day |