Текст песни Turn Of The Century - Yes
Realising
a
form
out
of
stone,
Set
hands
moving.
Roan
shaped
his
heart,
Through
his
working
hands.
Worked
to
mold
his
passion
into
clay,
Like
the
sun.
In
his
room,
his
lady,
She
would
dance
and
sing
so
completely.
"So
be
still,"
he
now
cries,
"I
have
time,
oh
let
clay
transform
thee
so."
In
the
deep
cold
of
night,
Winter
calls,
he
cries
"Don't
deny
me!"
For
his
lady,
deep
her
illness.
Time
has
caught
her,
And
will
for
all
reasons
take
her.
In
the
still
light
of
dawn,
she
dies.
Helpless
hands
soul
revealing.
Like
leaves
we
touch,
we
learn.
We
once
knew
the
story.
As
winter
calls
he
will
starve,
All
but
to
see
the
stone
be
life.
Now
Roan,
no
more
tears.
Set
to
work
his
strength,
So
transformed
him.
Realizing
a
form
out
of
stone,
His
work
so
absorbed
him.
Could
she
hear
him?
Could
she
see
him?
All
aglow
was
his
room,
Dazed
in
this
light.
He
would
touch
her,
He
would
hold
her.
Laughing
as
they
danced,
Highest
colors
touching
others.
Did
her
eyes
at
the
turn
of
the
century,
Tell
me
plainly.
How
we'll
meet,
how
we'll
love,
Oh,
let
life
so
transform
me.
Like
leaves
we
touch,
we
dance.
We
once
knew
the
story.
As
autumn
called
and
we
both,
Remembered
all
those
many
years
ago.
I'm
sure
we
know.
Was
the
sign
in
the
day
with
a
touch,
As
I
kiss
your
fingers.
We
walk
hands
in
the
sun,
Memories
when
we're
young,
Love
lingers
so.
Was
it
sun
through
the
haze,
That
made
all
your
looks,
As
warm
as
moonlight?
As
a
pearl
deep
your
eyes,
Tears
have
flown
away,
All
the
same
light.
Did
her
eyes
at
the
turn
of
the
century,
Tell
me
plainly.
When
we
meet,
how
we'll
look,
As
we
smile
time
will
leave
me
clearly.
Like
leaves
we
touch,
we
see,
We
will
know
the
story.
As
autumn
calls
we'll
both
remember,
All
those
many
years
ago.
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