Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dawn Crept Away, artist - The Edgar Broughton Band. Album song The Harvest Years (1969-1973), in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 16.01.2011
Record label: Parlophone
Song language: English
Dawn Crept Away |
Him |
Who Ed, him? |
Yeah, he’s only got us up here to make a fool of us you know. |
It’s either that, |
you know, or it’s sort of, like he thinks, that’ll be groovy, you know. |
Look at that bloke over there. |
Pig, bloody pig, see him? |
There you are, |
that’s it, that’s the one, that’s who he is, that’s what it’s all about. |
And where’ll we be in the morning mate? |
Eh? |
The Morning, the morning mate. |
And beneath the skies as tall as houses began to peel, the land that had become |
barren blossomed again, and the seas rolled back, and people came from every |
hill once more into the world, and as a heron flew across the bay, |
the dawn discreetly crept away. |
The dawn crept away like an early morning kiss |
And the stars on that day, troubled, toiled, sunset red |
The Sun shone high in the clustered rosy spangled sky |
The world turned around, people lived, people died |
The dawn crept away, The dawn crept away |
She was black and green in the early morning light |
And the sweet, sweet field in the herald, holy night |
The dawn crept away, The dawn crept away |
The dawn crept away, The dawn crept away |
I see two people walking out tonight |
Like lovers, hand in hand, they were far from sight |
What is a woman, a mother, the other a boy |
What is a woman, a mother, the other her little boy |
Mama, what’s that red ball hanging in the sky |
Mama, I don’t like it, am I gonna die? |
No more people crying, summer, we gone all shy |
Will we see tomorrow morning if tonight we die |
Die, die, die |
Mama, mama, you know I ask the questions |
And the questions have been questioned |
Mama looking worried, uneasy |
Edgar lost for words, lost for words, lost for words |
Shut up! |
Shut up! |
Shut up! |
Shut up! |
Shut up! |
Shut up! |
Shut up! |
Shut up! |
Shut up! |
Shut up! |
Shut up! |
Mama, mama, why do you look at me that way? |
I have some words that I wish to say |
Mama, do you hear them? |
Do you hear them coming to the line? |
Do you feel them, do you feel them, do you feel them? |
Walking across your mind |
Mama, what’s that red ball? |
What’s that, what’s that red ball? |
SON! |
This is your father’s world |
This is your father’s world |
This is your Daddy’s world |
This is your Daddy’s world |
Daddy Built it, Daddy built it |
Daddy Built it, Daddy fired it |
Daddy tried to pull it back |
Another string broke Who lives? |
Who dies? |
Who weeps? |
Who cries? |
You or I? |
Which is mine? |
Which is mine? |
Which is mine? |
Heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy water, heavy water, |
heavy water, heavy water, heavy water, heavy water |
Mama get your daughters |
Heavy rain Get your sunspec, get your sunspec, again |
At that moment, the beach photographer, sensing a chance to work in the off |
season, comes along the beach, seeing the woman and the child, and the water |
rolling, endlessly, endlessly, on, on, on |
GOD! |
Saying |
Mama, would you like a picture? |
Would you like a photograph? |
Would you like a |
picture? |
Would you like a photograph? |
Would you like a picture? |
Photograph, |
picture, Photograph, picture, Photograph, picture, |
NO! |
I got a little boy! |
WHAT’S THAT? |
A boy? |
My own, my own boy |
Oh then come on lady, come on lady, five dollar for a five dollar picture, |
get a one that’s only five dollar, three to go now, picture photograph |
But I’ve got a little boy |
Now listen. |
You see that red ball in the sky |
Red ball, Red ball, Red ball, Red ball, Red ball |
What do you think that could be? |
Be The little boy starts crying |
For he knows only too well |
He has the intuition of an innocent child, child, child |
At that point the photographer says |
‘Mama, take a picture, take a photograph, take a picture |
Before your baby burns, away, away, away, away' |
She walks like a dream in the early morning light |
Of the sweet, sleep, deep, in the hell, holy night |
1000's of years pass on, and again a couple stand on the beach |
The man looks at his girl, and the sun, and the sun |
The girl looks into the eyes of the man and she says |
‘Darling, soon we will have a baby boy all of our own' |
And with the love in his eyes, like the love one knows of coming home he speaks, |
thus: |
‘Woman of mine, you see the sea rolling, endlessly |
See and look and you shall see but many years have passed us by |
Have we learned but one thing in our lives? |
Away, away, away |
Cold the wind blows |
(Edgar growls to the end) |
I’d like to say a few words on behalf of the band (repeated over and over). |