Lord Byron

(アルバム： Sempre Sempre - 1986)

When a child he lived in poverty
Wealth developed in his mind
Handsome, pale aristocratic ancestry
Byron was his name
Cambridge days, those were the crazy days
He, the leader of a new wave
Profile posed against a stormy, windy sky
A symbol for the brave

One thousand cups of gold
Many the stories told
So many heroes alive
He, no one could control
Earth was no home to him
Bright is the place of his soul
Bright is the place of his soul

England in the 19th century
Had condemned him as depraved
With his exile his extravagance was paid
While the public raved
Water city of the heart he chose
Venice, a lover and a friend
A crazy caravan of countess, monkey and dogs
He set a gypsy trend

One thousand cups of gold
Many the stories told
So many heroes alive
He, no one could control
Earth was no home to him
Bright is the place of his soul
Bright is the place of his soul

My daughter! With thy name this song begun
My daughter! With thy name thus much shall end
I see thee not, I hear thee not, but none
Can be so wrapt in thee, thou art the friend
To whom the shadows of far years extend

With the poets that will never die
Northern winds blew him to Greece
In the Aegian water's ancient battle zone
Byron rests in peace