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I
Think It´s Going Rain Today
(Randy
Newman)
Broken
windows and empty hallways
A pale dead moon in the sky streaked
with gray
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going
to rain today
Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles
With
frozen smiles to chase love away
Human kindness is overflowing
And
I think it's going to rain today
Lonely, lonely
Tin can at
my feet
Think I'll kick it down the street
That's the way to
treat a friend
Bright before me the signs implore me
To
help the needy and show them the way
Human kindness is
overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today
Troika
There´s
a place in my heart
The
shadows call their home
Gold
as the winds through Sibiria
Where
the snow lies so deep you can´t even see the sun
Run
my troika run
let
the horses run free
So
dark against the while
Over
the fields ´til they´re out of sight
And
I am swept away
The
journey has begun
Run
my troika run
Oh
my mother Russia
Land
of Fairytales
Captured
like the wind in her silken sails...
And
the time rushes by
A
thief in the night
Stealing
my memory Fading out the light
But
I cannot forget where it is that I come from
Run
my troika run
I
can still see your face
The
years have been kind
Dust
on the pictures, clouding up my mind
remember
me now
Not
far what I may become
Run
my troika run
There´s
a place in my heart
The
shadows call their home
Gold
as the winds through Sibiria
Where
the snow lies so deep you can´t even see the sun
Run
my troika run
The
Last Leaf
There´s
a tree in an open field
Branches
reach for the sun
With
the green of a thousand leaves
and
the world that has just begun...
The
springtime is here again
Buds
and blossoms abound
Promises
of future days
and
new life that is all around
See
the last leaf shivering
as
the winds did blow
Holdinh
light to what she knew
for
fear of the unknown
Soon
the spring turned to summertime
She
could never deny
How
she loved her home up there
in
between the earth and sky
Still
to drift on a summer breeze
Was
to taste paradise
But
that summer would turn to fall
and
the autumn would turn to ice
See
the last leaf shivering
as
the winds did blow
Holdinh
light to what she knew
for
fear of the unknown
In
the harvest of golden days
leaves
were turning to fire
dancing
upon the autumn breeze
like
a princess on the high wire
On
by one though the dancers dove
Spiraling
to the ground
carried
off on a winter wind
disappearing
without a sound
See
the last leaf shivering
as
the winds did blow
Holdinh
light to what she knew
for
fear of the unknown
So
the last leaf shivering
as
the winds did blow
Holding
light to what could be
Finally
letting go
Lady in
Black
(Ken Hensley)BN Version
She came to me one
morning,
one lonely Sunday morning,
her long hair flowing in the mid-winter wind.
I know not how she found me, for in darkness I was walking,
and destruction lay around me from a fight I could not win.
Aaaaaaaaa, Aaaaaaaaa
She asked me name my
foe then.
I said the need within some men
to fight and kill their brothers without thought of love or god.
And I begged her give me horses to trample down my enemies,
so eager was my passion to devour this waste of life.
Aaaaaaaaa, Aaaaaaaaa
But she would not think of battle that reduces men to animals,
so easy to begin and yet impossible to end.
For she the mother of all men did council me so wisely then
I feared to walk alone again and asked if she would stay.
Aaaaaaaaa, Aaaaaaaaa
"Oh lady lend your hand," I cried,
"Oh let me rest here at your side."
"Have faith and trust in me,"
she said and filled my heart with life.
"There is no strength in numbers.
Have no such misconception.
But when you need me be assured I won't be far away."
Aaaaaaaaa, Aaaaaaaaa
She came to me one
morning,
one lonely Sunday morning,
her long hair flowing in the mid-winter wind.
And if one day she comes to you drink deeply from her words so wise.
Take courage from her as your prize and say hello for me.
Temple Of The King
(R. Blackmore&
R.Dio)BN-Version
One
day, in the year of the fox
Came
a time remembered well,
When the strong young man of the rising
sun
Heard the tolling of the great black bell.
One day in the
year of the fox,
When the bell began to ring,
It meant the
time had come for one to go
To the temple of the king.
There
in the middle of the circle he stands,
Searching, seeking.
With
just one touch of his trembling hand,
The answer will be found.
Daylight waits while the old man sings,
Heaven help me!
And
then like the rush of a thousand wings,
It shines upon the one.
And the day has just begun.
One day in the year of the
fox
Came a time remembered well,
When the strong young man of
the rising sun
Heard the tolling of the great black bell.
One
day in the year of the fox,
When the bell began to sing
It
meant the time had come for the one to go
To the temple of the
king.
Far
from the circle, at the edge of
the world,
He's hoping, wondering.
Thinking back on the
stories he's heard of
What he's going to see.
Back
with the people in the circle he stands,
Giving, feeling.
With
just one touch of a strong right hand, they know
Of the temple
and the king.
One
day in the year of the
fox
Came a time remembered well,
When the strong young man of
the rising sun
Heard the tolling of the great black bell.
Dancer
and The Moon
Here
in the twilight
Under the moonlight
I feel your hungry eyes
Drums in the distance
Echoes of madness around the firelight
In the heartbeat of the night
Hey hey hey till the breack of day
La la la la la la la la la la la la
Hey Hey Hey Dance the whole night
trough
Nothing gets between the Dancer and the
Moon
Follow
me closely arms wrapped around
me
Life is a sweet, sweet wine
Glittering gold as stories unfold
Those secrets are lost in time
to the heartbeat of the night
Hey hey hey....
Master
of fate how you captivate me
Filling my onedesire
two of a kind with one state of mind
You´ve set my whole world on fire...
hey hey hey....
The
Ash Grove
The
ash grove, how graceful, how plainly
tis speaking,
the wind through it playing has language for
me.
Whenever the light through its branches is breaking
a host
of kind faces is gazing on me.
The
friends of
my
childhood again are before me,
each step wakes a memory as freely
I roam.
With soft whispers laden its leaves rustle o'er me,
the
ash grove, the ash grove again alone is my home.
Down yonder
green valley where streamlets meander
when twilight is fading I
pensively rove.
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander
amid
the dark shades of the lonely ash grove.
Twas there while the
blackbird was cheerfully singing
I first met that dear one, the
joy of my heart.
Around us for gladness the bluebells were
springing
the ash grove, the ash grove that sheltered my
home.
The Moon is Shining
(Somewhere Over The Sea)
The
moon was shining somewhere over the
sea
The moon was waiting for you to return
to me
I haven´t seen the day, since you went
away
Oh the moon was shining, somewhere over
the sea
The snow was folling, colder than
winters I´ve known
The snow was falling icicles turning to
stone
Still I wish on a star. Come back
wherever you are
Oh the snow was falling colder since
I´ve been alone
Oh the stars stopped glowing on the
night that you left
Oh the wind stopped blowing, all I
could hold was my breath
Still I have to believe you will return
to me
Oh the stars stopped glowing on the
night that you left
Still I have to believe you will return
to me
Oh the stars stopped glowing on the
night that you left...
The
Spinner´s Tale
Somewhere
the leaves on the trees look
like lace
falling in shadows across your face.
Sunshine and darkness in perfect
harmony
shadows now live where light used to
be.
A
spinning wheel where our memories
were spun
Weaving our waythrough the fabric of
time
Winding the wheel back the where we had
begun
Spinning away to when you once were
mine.
Here
in my chamber waiting for the dawn
I turn away the curtains are drawn
somewhere in time when the night began
to fall
just for a moment we had it all
We choose our path never knowing
right
or wrong
ribbons get
tangled within the storm
just like the
widow was weaving her web
the spinners wheel
holds tight to the
thread
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