Zero She Flies
(专辑: Zero She Flies - 1970)
She's a
mollusk, a
seamstress, a
princess, a
priestess, a
negress, she knows her position She's a
swallow, a
willow, a
cello, a
pillow, a
bow and also a
physician She takes your eyes and mends your head She draws the
wine and breaks the
bread She has no lies to tell you and no truths to sell you She's a
girl, she's almost a
woman And Zero she flies as the
morning sighs Spreads her wings like a
seagull From the
mountain he watches her, biding his time But his eyes are the
eyes of an eagle He's a
hawthorn, a
raven, a
scarecrow, a
haven for moon-blessed thought and opinion He will laugh like the
fountains, the
bones of the
mountains lie deep in his forest religion You will call his name when evening falls And the
ground sets hard and the
night wind calls You will feed him and heed him, at times you will need him Say you were almost his woman And Zero she flies as the
morning sighs Spreads her wings like a
seagull From the
mountain he watches her, biding his time But his eyes are the
eyes of an eagle In the
shuddering mad red blood-let sunset a
tired man is leaving his cover And the
soft eyes of Zero are cut by the
sounds of the
vanishing feet of her lover And the
door slams shut and the
air grows tight And her throat is gripped by the
hands of night And all that is left is the
clock on the
shelf As it ticks one day into another And Zero she sighs as the
morning dies With the
broken wings of a
seagull From the
mountain he watches her, sensing his time But his eyes are the
eyes of an eagle At the
pall of the
day the
man of the
mountain is nearing the
end of his travel And the
fence is down on the
westland bounds and a
footfall pounds in the
gravel Comes a
knock three times and the
air grows still As he steps inside from the
sudden chill And the
moment is caught in the
net of the
night For the
coming of dawn to unravel And Zero she flies as the
morning sighs Spreads her wings like a
seagull From the
mountain he's coming, judging his time And his eyes are the
eyes of an eagle Oh Zero she flies as the
morning dies Spreads her wings like a
seagull From her window he watches her, a
man in his time But his eyes are the
eyes of an eagle