realizing a form out of stone
set hands moving
Roan shaped his heart
through his working hands
work to mold his passion into clay
like the sun
in his room
his lady
she would dance and sing
so completely
so be still he now cries
I have time
oh let
clay transform thee so
in the deep cold of night
winter calls
he cries
don't deny me
for his lady
deep her illness
time has caught her
and will for all reasons take her
In the still light of dawn
she dies
helpless hands soul revealing
like leaves
we touch
we learn
we once knew the story
as winter calls
he will starve
all but to see the stone be life
now Roan
no more tears
set to work his strength
so transformed him
realising the form out of stone
his work
so absorbed him
could she hear him?
could she see him?
all aglow was his room
dazed in this light
he would touch her
he would hold her
laughing as they danced
highest colors touching others
did her eyes at the turn of the century
tell me plainly
when we meet
how we'll love
oh let life
so transform me
like leaves
we touched
we danced
we once knew the story
as Autumn called
and we both remembered
all those many years ago
I'm sure we know
was the sign with a touch
as I kiss your fingers
we walk hands in the sun
memories when we're young
love lingers
so
was it sun through the haze
that made all your looks
as warm as moonlight
as a pearl
deep in your eyes
tears have flown away
all the same light
did her eyes at the turn of the century
tell me plainly
when we meet
how we'll look
as we smile
time will
leave me clearly
like leaves
we touch
we see
we will know the story
as Autumn calls
we will both remember
all those many years ago
Yes - Going for the One - Turn of the century
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