Текст песни Robin Williamson - Through the Horned Clouds
Robin Williamson - Through the Horned Clouds слова песни
By Robin WilliamsonRobin Williamson: Guitar, indian flute, oboe, piano, cello and vocal.I see your facesblown through the horned cloudsin the silent citiesthey call me so loudcome through the firecome through the foamcome at the world`s nightcall the herds homedearest child dearest childMost Highplease don`t let our fancy dietill all the grapes are gathered from the vinewhen you comewill you sound the harpgive to the blindcat`s eyes in the darko will we know you for what you areyou who have come so farsweetest fair sweetest fairMost Highdon`t let them cut that ladder before its timefor all the grapes to be gathered from the vineHe comes againShe comes againthrough the mist of timethrough the mist of rainno more words my heart brims overin the sea of circustancerows for the rocky shorewe who have swornby the dead and the unbornwheels within wheelsO Most High.