Donderdag 28 juni 2018
I was made to love magic... ..♥♪♫♥♪♫..♥♪♫♥♪.. ♫ Last tree falling
I Was Made To Love Magic"
I was born to love no one
No one to love me
Only the wind in the long green grass
The frost in a broken tree.
I was made to love magic
All its wonder to know
But you all lost that magic
Many many years ago.
I was born to use my eyes
Dream with the sun and the skies
To float away in a lifelong song
In the mist where melody flies.
I was made to love magic...
I was born to sail away
Into a land of forever
Not to be tied to an old stone grave
In your land of never.
I was made to love magic...
No one to love me
Only the wind in the long green grass
The frost in a broken tree.
I was made to love magic
All its wonder to know
But you all lost that magic
Many many years ago.
I was born to use my eyes
Dream with the sun and the skies
To float away in a lifelong song
In the mist where melody flies.
I was made to love magic...
I was born to sail away
Into a land of forever
Not to be tied to an old stone grave
In your land of never.
I was made to love magic...
Nick Drake
Last tree fallen
This wanton sad destruction,
seen with our own eyes,
We clear the lands, and black the skies,
and bring on our demise.
One day we'll all awaken,
when forest lands are bare,
We'll see through guilty reddened eyes,
the green man standing there.
Oooo... Last tree falling... Down.
And we will know we've gone too far,
when sap has turned to tears,
For he who's told a thousand tales,
has none for coming years.
He comes, he goes, he lives, he dies,
We hear his songs, we hear his cries,
We see his face, in every tree,
We feel his presence, wild and free.
He is the one who transcends death,
his ancient spirit calls,
For us to move out of harms way,
before the last tree falls.
So celebrate your wild soul,
don't look the other way,
'Cause it will come and get you,
so dance, and sing, and play.
Oooo... Last tree falling... Down.
We should sing his wisdom,
of which we're all a part,
And calm the green man's anger,
and sooth the green man's heart.
He comes, he goes, he lives, he dies,
We hear his songs, we hear his cries,
We see his face, in every tree,
We feel his presence, wild and free.
Your stories are the oldest,
your songs still sung today,
You, of many faces,
will have the final say.
We neglect you at our peril,
you are nature calling,
So help us with our wisest choice,
to stop the last tree falling.
Last tree falling... Down.
seen with our own eyes,
We clear the lands, and black the skies,
and bring on our demise.
One day we'll all awaken,
when forest lands are bare,
We'll see through guilty reddened eyes,
the green man standing there.
Oooo... Last tree falling... Down.
And we will know we've gone too far,
when sap has turned to tears,
For he who's told a thousand tales,
has none for coming years.
He comes, he goes, he lives, he dies,
We hear his songs, we hear his cries,
We see his face, in every tree,
We feel his presence, wild and free.
He is the one who transcends death,
his ancient spirit calls,
For us to move out of harms way,
before the last tree falls.
So celebrate your wild soul,
don't look the other way,
'Cause it will come and get you,
so dance, and sing, and play.
Oooo... Last tree falling... Down.
We should sing his wisdom,
of which we're all a part,
And calm the green man's anger,
and sooth the green man's heart.
He comes, he goes, he lives, he dies,
We hear his songs, we hear his cries,
We see his face, in every tree,
We feel his presence, wild and free.
Your stories are the oldest,
your songs still sung today,
You, of many faces,
will have the final say.
We neglect you at our peril,
you are nature calling,
So help us with our wisest choice,
to stop the last tree falling.
Last tree falling... Down.
Cernunnos Rising
Geschreven door bosheks om 12:44