Bruce Hornsby - Lady With A Fan Lyrics
Let my inspiration flow in token rhyme, suggesting rhythmThat will not forsake you, till my tale is told and doneWhile the firelight's aglow, strange shadows from the flames will growTill things we've never seen will seem familiarShadows of a sailor, forming winds both foul and fair all swarmDown in Carlisle, he loved a lady many years agoHere beside him stands a man, a soldier from the looks of himWho came through many fights, but lost at loveWhile the story teller speaks, a door within the fire creaksSuddenly flies open, and a girl is standing thereEyes alight, with glowing hair, all that fancy paints as fairShe takes her fan and throws it, in the lion's denWhich of you to gain me, tell, will risk uncertain pains of hellI will not forgive you if you will not take the chanceThe sailor gave at least a try, the soldier being much too wiseStrategy was his strength, and not disasterThe sailor, coming out again, the lady fairly leapt at himThat's how it stands today. You decide if he was wiseThe story teller makes no choice. Soon you will not hear his voiceHis job is to shed light, and not to masterSince the end is never told, we pay the teller off in goldIn hopes he will return, but he cannot be bought or sold
