Greg Lake - The Court of the Crimson King (Live) текст песни

Текст песни The Court of the Crimson King (Live) - Greg Lake



The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun
I walk a road horizons change
The tournament's begun
The purple piper plays his tune
The choir softly sing
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue
For the court of the crimson king
The keeper of the city keys
Puts shutters on the dreams
I wait outside the pilgrim's door
With insufficient schemes
The black queen chants the funeral march
The cracked brass bells will ring
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king
The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower
I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour
The pattern juggler lifts his hand
The orchestra begin
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the crimson king



Авторы: Mcdonald, Sinfield


Greg Lake - Greg Lake: Live
Альбом Greg Lake: Live
дата релиза
16-04-2007




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