That voice again I hear that voice again I hear that voice again Seems so simple now, Now that the sky is clear, Maybe the road was tough But at last we’re here I’ve nothing to hide from you, Nothing to explain, Just this vision of broken wing, And the raven cries in pain. I hear that voice again I hear that voice again If darkness surrounds you, I’ll be the fire To guard your sleep. If there’s nothing to stand on, I will lay myself beneath your feet, I will show the world to you And this world will have no stain. Just hold me now, Hold me close, Don’t let me go, But close your eyes And look away… Fields of my love Hello sweet victory, So nice meeting you here Mmm, Mmm So strange when you think about it. I never did anything out of my way, I just strayed… Out in the fields of my love Out in the fields of my love Out in the fields of my love Well met and thank you I’m glad you taught me so well. It was fun being around for a while, So sad you have to stay here Or can you spread out your wings and fly with me… Out in the fields of my love Out in the fields of my love Out in the fields of my love Real slow today This is a dangerous tale Of oxygen and flame, Tale of running away. Nowhere to run, All I can see is you – Visions of water in the desert sun. Stay… Things gonna get real slow today Things gonna get real slow today Takes one prisoner, Takes one to show him the way, Then comes this lesson in natural history. And these ladies are laughing at me, Can I join the fun? I know I’m haunted, keeps the flame bright; I guess I can say I’m alright, Just a burning arrow stuck in my heart, Well, anyway… And some people say that We shouldn’t cross this line, But there is no line, Only the sky, I want to see you smile, Want to feel us get up and fly, Shouldn’t we? Things gonna get real slow today Things gonna get real slow today Takes one prisoner, Takes one to show him the way, Then comes this lesson in natural history. Mother This city is on fire tonight, Sweet forest fire silent and unseen, The sleepers awaken. Your eyes are open I know you’re smiling at me. Some people say you’re not here anymore But your trees stand proud And laugh and let them pass So mischievous and holy; And this is a question I’ll never want to ask. There’s a moon out there and she wants to be growing. There’s a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea. I am your child, mother, Crying to be consoled. I recognize you now, Do you recognize me? There’s a part of me that wants to be silent, Immersed in your movement, Stung by your grace. And here is your song, and I’ll sing it, I’m coming home, I’ve never been away. There’s a moon out there and she wants to be growing. There’s a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea. I am your child, mother, Crying for you to console me. Now that I know you, Do you recognize me? There’s a moon out here and she wants to be growing. Here’s a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea. I am your child, mother, Crying to be consoled. Now that I know you, Recognize me!  Radio London Up in smoke Book of love in front of me Tries to bite my chin; Angel right behind my shoulder Waits to do me in; I wish I had a heart To walk me like a dog – But life’s a sweet thing, Going up in smoke. Used to be a passenger, Now they take me as their own; Used to be a fisher-king But now my cross is gone. I wish I had some faith, But all I do is talk – And life’s a sweet thing, Going up in smoke. We could be engineers, We could drive a coach; Could be real New Age With positive approach. I wish I still could laugh, I wish it was a joke – But life’s a sweet thing, Going up in smoke. |
