Blackmore's Night

[blueella]

Crowning Of The King

Down in the village streets
The air is full of wonder
Fair smiles greet
The crowning of the king
Come hither, gather round
A joyous times upon us
Trumpets sound
The crowning of the king
Fast away the tide
Time too quickly passes
Shine the light of new
For the crowning of the king
Come forth those who wish
For change and change becoming
Welcome with every breath
The crowning of the king
Sweet is the hour and sweeter still
The time we spend together
Celebrate the noble will
The crowning of the king
To sing and dance and sing again
With honor and with splendour
All from far and near
See the crowning of the king!
Step to the dance of hope
Of courtly wiles and pleasure
As the star of morn
Shines brightly for the king
Pray thee lift the veil
From those who came before us
Merriment will prevail
For the crowning of the king
Sweet is the hour and sweeter still
The time we spend together
Celebrate the noble will
The crowning of the king
To sing and dance and sing again
With honor and with splendour
All from far and near
See the crowning of the king!
Jesters spin and play
The laughter sounds like music
What a perfect day
For the crowning of the king
Here in the village streets
The air is full of wonder
Fair smiles greet the crowning of the king
Come and see the crowning of the king!

[blueella]

Dandelion Wine

Where has the time gone...it seems to fly so fast
One moment you're having fun, the next its come to pass
Days turn into yesteryear, old friends find their own way
Until the moment you leave...I wish that you would stay...
So here's to you, all our friends, surely we will meet again
Don't stay away too long this time
We'll raise a glass, maybe two
And we'll be thinkng of you
Until our paths cross again...maybe next time...
Let's laugh at the memories, and talk all afternoon
Let's remember the moments that leave us all too soon
We'll smile at the pictures still lingering in our minds
When you're reminiscing, then all you need is time...
Tracing faded photographs, a scrapbooks lonely charm
Pressed flowers and dreams we had, our fingerprint on time
The 1st moment we ever met, when your eyes met mine...
I remember the summers of Dandelion Wine...

[blueella]

Diamonds And Rust

Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
My hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
Oh and you brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing
With leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there
Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You are always so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all coming back too clearly
Oh I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid
Diamonds and rust
Diamonds and rust
Diamonds and rust

[blueella]

Fires At Midnight

I stood out here once before
with my head held in my hands
for all that I known of this place
I could never understand
on the hills the fires burned at midnight
superstition plagued the air
sparks fly as the fires burn at midnight
the stars are out and magic is here...
I wished on the seven sisters
bring to me wisdom of age
all that's locked within the book of secrets
I longed for the knowledge of the sage...
on the hills the fires burned at midnight
superstition plagued the air
sparks fly as the fires burn at midnight
stars are out and magic is here
the stars are out and magic is here...
so, the sisters smiled to themselves
and they whispered as they shone
and it was from that very instant
I knew I would never be alone
while on the hills
the fires burned at midnight
superstition plagued the air
sparks fly out as the fires burn at midnight
stars are out and magic is here
the stars are out and magic is here...
many stars were long forgotten
many faded and became ghosts
still my sisters glittered down from heaven
always there when I needed them most...
and on the hills the fires burned at midnight
superstition plagued the air
sparks fly as the fires burn at midnight
stars are out magic is here
the stars are out magic is here...
I stood out here once before
with my head held in my hands
for all that I had known of this place
I could never understand
on the hills the fires burned at midnight
superstition plagued the air
sparks fly as the fires burn at midnight
stars are out and magic is here
the stars are out and magic is here
the stars are out and magic is here
the stars are out and magic is here
the stars are out and magic is here

[blueella]

Fool's Gold

Somewhere in a market square
The cobblestones still shine
Glassy eyes behold the sight
Through another cup of wine...
The one eyed jester skips and turns
As he makes his way through the crowd
While the tavern's royalty try not to laugh aloud...
The jester does another spin
And then falls to the floor
A show of hands, a short "Hurrah!"
A plea for him to do more...
The ease of laughter comes so fast when you're not in the jester's shoes
Cause when you've only Fools Gold, you've got nothing more to lose...
Who holds the riches
The jester or the king?
A fortress made from Fools Gold
Or the tears that treasure can bring?
The king he sits upon his throne
The worlds weight on his chest
When your mind begins to race you've got no time to rest
"Where is my clown?
I need him now, to take my troubles away..."
The harlequin rushes in as his work begins for the day...
While somewhere in a market square
The cobblestones still shine...

[blueella]

Ghost Of A Rose

The valley green was so serene,
In the middle ran a stream so blue...
A maiden fair, in despair,
Once had met her true love there and she told him...
She would say...
[Chorus]
Promise me, when you see
A white rose you'll think of me.
I love you so,
Never let go,
I will be...
Your ghost of a rose...
Her eyes believed in mysteries,
She would lay amongst the leaves of amber...
Her spirit wild, heart of a child,
Yet gentle still, and quiet and mild
And he loved her...
When she would say...
[Chorus]
When all was done, she turned to run,
Dancing to the setting sun as he watched her...
And evermore he thought he saw
A glimpe of her upon the moors forever...
He'd hear her say...
[Chorus]

[blueella]

Gone With The Wind

Twisting, turning
Oh, the winds are burning
Leaving me without a name
How will we ever find our way?
Snow was falling
I could hear the frightened calling
Fear taking over every man
Life meaning nothing more than sand
Wind will sweep away
The traces I was here
A story in a teardrop
That's all I have to give...
Rage inferno
Swllowing the live that I know
Strenght is the only way to fight
You must look up to see the light...
Gone with the wind... gone with the wind...
Take all I know
Turn it into darkened shadows
They'll disappear in the sun
When a new story has begun
She survived the nightmare
Began a whole new live here
But I can see behind those eyes
She still sees those fires in the night...
Twisting and turning
Oh, the winds are burning
Leaving me without a name
How will we ever find our way?

[blueella]

Hanging Tree

There have been many tales
Tainted by truth twisted by time
Some choose to forget
Yet it still
Weaves webs in their minds
And it seems like shes been here forever
Her branches as black as the seas
Shes been through it all
By the luck of the draw
She became the old hanging tree
She asked for nothing
Except maybe
A little rain
They used her strength
To help them steal lives away
And she witnessed the sadness and sorrow
To this day she still doesnt know why
And her heart broke
When they came with the rope
To declare her the old hanging tree
Life stranger than fiction
Can make you want to cry
Roots could never stop her
From reaching for the sky
Those years have all past
Lucky for us lucky for her..
Now, children play at her feet
And in her arms she cradles birds
And it seems shes been here forever
These days are the best that shes seen
But somewhere in the back
Of her mind
Is the time
She was known as the old hanging tree

[blueella]

Home Again

I've been many places
I've traveled round the world
Always on the search for something new
But what does it matter
When all the roads I've crossed
Always seem to lead back to you
Old familiar faces
Everyone you meet
Following the ways of the land
Cobblestones and lanterns
Lining every street
Calling me to come home again
Dancing in the moonlight
Singing in the rain
Oh its good to be back home again
Laughing in the sunlight
Running down the lane
Oh its good to be back home again
When you play with fire
Sometimes you get burned
It happens when you take a chance or two
But time is never wasted
When youve lived and learned
And in time it all comes back to you
And when I got weary
Id sit a while and rest
Memories invading my mind
All those things Id treasured
The ones Id loved the best
Were the things that Id left behind