Three Piece Suite (1976 Olympic Studio Recording)

Текст песни England - Three Piece Suite (1976 Olympic Studio Recording)

Three Piece Suite Lyrics"Follow me round" is the cry of the
Mare with each pull of the plough
Rhythmic sound in the swing of the
Chains that are dragging her down
And the morning call of the wind brings
The sun from afar

"Take me up high" in the voice of the
Lark singing high in the sky
Wandering eye of the farmer below is
The only reply
And the changing relief of the land is
Exposed to the light
The break of the dawn is changed by the
Presence of a stream
Weaving its path through a bed
Of green
The windows of the forest bring
Very little light
The sound of river water flowing by

Although the woods may seem
Bereft of any life
No man can see of sin or strife
The creatures of the forest receiving
Their first light
Come out and join the woodland
Company

Clinging into time of disentangled
Broken vine
Come show me this is mine to
Breath and hold
Throughout abandoned hill a
Stillness set unreal
By image not by two you grew

Summer day will shine ...
Carry on your way decide at which
You want to play
Sentimental reason, con, or game?
To take you further on would only
Spoil the fun
Can't you feel it higher, growing
Never knowing?

Sometimes a laugh in a show
That's cold
When the legend is burning yet not
Quite sold
To the man in the middle
It's only a riddle come out of a local rag

When they hand you a thing and ex-
Pect you to sing
To the tune of The Groom and his
Flying Balloon
Till the only resort is the flu that
You caught
While preparing a dish for someone
Called En Blue

Soak up the flakes of an emptying
Bowl and go
Down river, down reverse
Downing in one below
Hot on the trail let the wind fill the sail
And be leaving from where you are
Left to uncover a scene unseen
Though the wing of the plover is
Seldom seen
I may open my hands when the
Garden expands
Taking part with an individuality

Leg after leg in the line surround
All are touching the toes of
Adjacent ground
Low can nature resist to make
Any seed twist
Move along, run a long, long way

So you turn and resist from this
Windy place
Oh but is it from me that you hide
I am now to return to my natural pace
And remember today as I walk
Through my way
But the farmer forlorn
And the break of dawn will go fading
Fading away