• Theme For An Imaginary Western
  • Never Tell Your Mother She's Out Of Tune
  • Rope Ladder To The Moon
  • Weird Of Hermiston
  • He The Richmond
  • The Ministry Of Bag
  • The Clearout
  • Born To Be Blue
  • To Isengard
  • Tickets To Waterfalls
  • Folk Song
  • Over The Cliff
  • Keep It Down
  • You Burned The Tables On Me
  • Can You Follow?
  • Sunshine Of Your Love
  • Morning Story
  • White Room
  • Boston Ball Game, 1967
  • Statues
  • Dancing On Air
  • Smiles And Grins
  • Politician
  • Boston Ball Game 1967
  • Escape To The Royal Wood (On Ice)
  • Can You Follow
  • Things We Like
  • There's A Forest
  • Candlelight
  • Ships In The Night
  • Theme From An Imaginary Western
  • Tickets to Water Falls
  • A Letter Of Thanks
  • HCKHH Blues
  • Post War
  • Lost In The City (Jam Mix)
  • Ballad For Arthur
  • Reach for the Night
  • Pieces Of Mind
  • Born Under A Bad Sign
  • Without A Word
  • Golden Days
  • Victoria Sage
  • LIFE ON EARTH
  • NO SURRENDER
  • Fields of Forever
  • I Feel Free
  • The Consul at Sunset
  • Jet Set Jewel
  • Running Through Our Hands


Come dancing on my stage
My bullets have a silver lining
Wind me up and set me free
My uniform's bright...

Trumpets blaring, princes sharing,
Swords are flashing, kingdoms falling
When you're dancing in the ballroom moonlight,
Feet quicksilver lace My Lady

When you lose yourself inside the city jungle
Then you're pretty sure of finding a hiding place

Come stepping through my head
My cloak will give us both protection
Set me up upon your wall
I'll dance all night long

Cannons roaring, banners soaring,

Lances flashing, blood is pouring?

When you tremble at the dragons roaring
At the forest's door I'll hold you close My Lady

When your house shakes at the jetplanes' howling
Causing mousequakes in your cornflakes, then I'll be by your side.

When you're knocking on the doors of death and
Rocking wolves in cradles scared of losing your Secret Rose

Accept my handkerchief
Tears shining 'cause the show is over
Take my arm and walk with me
Together we're free

Brakes are screeching, statues preaching
Hoardings flashing, empires crashing

And the time is getting much too late
For more than dreaming new schemes for making the darkness bright...

When you're moving in the ballroom moonlight
Feet quicksilver lace My Lady...

When you tremble at the dragons roaring
At the forest's door I'll hold you close My Lady...

And the time is getting much too late
For more than dreaming new schemes for making the darkness bright...

And the dreams are getting much too bad
For more than trying to find a mountain to put them right...


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