Альбом Anthony Phillips

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Look, see how the world goes round,
Look, see how the day goes on,
You, it won't stop to help you
Me, it won't stop to help me.
All the time a wind is blowing
Where it's blowing next we don't know...

Look, some spend their days in slumber,
Look, someone is weary toiling,
Home, be my guest and come back home.
Come, you'll be better off at home.
All the time someone is dying,
Where he's dying next we don't know...

I sit in the sunset
Watching God's evening,
Receding so gently now
Into the Westlands.
I think I'm at peace now
But of nothing am I certain
Only which way will the wind blow next time?

You, you might never have been saved
Ah, well you might not have been so brave,
Time would have shown the parting waves
And you slipping under Autumn's gaze
And now I know that nothing is what it ever seems.

I sit in the sunset
Watching God's evening,
Receding so gently now
Into the Westlands.
I think I'm at peace now
But of nothing am I certain
Only which way will the wind blow next time?

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"Rest your head my love;
Rest your tired limbs;
Leave your mind at peace, at peace, at peace,
What are you thinking now?"

"Thinking of a girl
As golden as the sun
She loved me not like you, like you, like you"
"Pray do you love me more?"

"It's hard to say for sure,
A child, sixteen, was I
Both virgins did we buy, we buy, we buy"
"You loved her more than me".

"She left me one dark night
She took my heart for free
I've seen her not since then, since then, since then,
God if I saw her now."

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"All the World's a stage,"
A friend of mine, he sometimes said,
And though he tried to show the way,
They only care about his name.

"Love is for the Fool,"
A blind old man, he always said,
But of it's joys he sometimes spoke
And then it seemed, he could see.

"Life is for the Strong,"
A travelling monk, he told me once
But of the weak, he never spoke
Though their cries beat on his ears.

I stood my gun in hand
The swallow flew to meet his love
And as they touched, I shot him down
But now it's me that can't fly.

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See, the days grown long
Winter comes upon us
Like a storm at sea.
And the will to live
Seems a little thin sometimes
When those you love are
Lost beneath the snowfall.

"Give and you will live",
Said a man who lived
In a funny way.
So we share our cup
With the thirsty fawn of life
Who leaves us on the
Highway without water.

Master of Time, take me back through the years.
Master of Time, let me try once again
And I will give more, oh how I'll try,
And with this, a new life I'll buy.

Hush! The marsh-duck cries,
Far away, she knows
That her love will be,
And she nestles down,
Sobbing still, she dries her eyes,
Knowing that the world
Will cry the rest out.

Where did beauty go?
Seek it here, there
But it's slipped away.
And when they come to lay me down,
I will take your memory too,
They'll know that in my final hour,
I loved you.

Master of Time, take me back through the years.
Master of Time, let me try once again
And I will give more, oh how I'll try,
And with this, a new life I'll buy.