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Hine Rupert
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Anvils In Five
A space between three transverse lines That move toward a point sublime Each in its turn each turn in time First one before then one behind
We lift the bell across the chime The watcher sees with watchman eyes Each in its turn each turn in time First one before then one behind
We shield the soul with faces cold To feed the young we eat the old Each in its turn each turn in time First one before then one behind
The grave is waste hear people cry As peeling lips they wait to die Each in its turn each turn in time First one before then one behind
The point is named where hands combine eternally doubtfully zero 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 linger on longer than known
What Pagan Jester planned our lives And laid our heads on anvils five Who civilised the fateful line Between the point where hands combine You've reached your turn You're next in line Step up my friend I am behind...
- Lyric: David MacIver Music: Rupert Hine & Simon Jeffes
Orchestra: The Martyn Ford Anvil Orchestra & Quartet Linger on: The Anvil Chorus Church Organ: Rupert Hine Conductor: Gilbert Biberian Orchestration: Simon Jeffes
There is an anvil for each sense
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