Renaissance - Song Of Scheherazade Lyrics
The sultanSultan king cruel majestyOrdered that his women dieA single night this for all his wivesTakes his pleasure then their livesAnd so for many days with the dawnThe sultan had his wayWives were put to deathHis name on their dying breathThen one day as the evening cameSultan sends for him a wifeChoose her well charms I wish to seeBring her, send her in to meThen came scheherazade to his sideAnd her beauty shoneLike a flower grownGentle as hed ever knownScheherazade bewitched himWith songs of jewelled keysPrinces and of heroesAnd eastern fantasiesTold him tales of sultansAnd talismans and ringsA thousand and one nights she sangTo entertain her kingShe sings, scheherazade, scheherazade, etcThe young prince and the young princess as told by scheherazadeAnd you would cause the sun to see your lightAnd then be shamedYou cover darkness with a thousand secret flamesWith your love, oh my love, oh my love, my loveAnd I would cause the winds to blow a hundred different daysAnd bring the perfumes of the gardens of the waysOf your love, oh my love, oh my love, my loveCrystal and the clay, nights and the daysAll on the princes sealEagle of the sky, lion of the earthThis is what the seal is worth, what the seal is worthHolds all of the dreams of a manTapestries, wishes of man, pictures and visions of manThe spirit of the soul of the manAnd he would vow to love her for the rest of all his daysThe festivalSheherazade this day is yoursThe bearers of your gifts now all around you standThe finest silk made in the landIs waiting for your choiceIt shimmers at your handSheherazade your life is oneYou have today the sultans loveThe people watch you step into the sunStalls and bars of every kindFood piled high on woven leaves for all to eatDrums and flutes at every turnThe music winding, twisting through the crowded streetsCaravans from far away bring people laughingPeople come to see the sultan in baghdad todayScheherazade her name is knownHer tale is toldThe sultan let her life be sparedThe festival begins this dayTo celebrate her fameThe people sing her praiseStories sung, the crowds are dancingTo the music and the entertainment all the voices singThe people call to see the kingThe sultan smilesHis story just begunThe sultan and sheherazade are oneScheherazade, scheherazadeShe told him tales of sultans and talismans and ringsA thousand and one nights she sang to entertain her kingShe sings, scheherazade, sheherazade, scheherazade, etc.
