Renaissance - Turn Of The Century Lyrics
Realising a form out of stoneSet hands movingRoan shaped his heartThru his working handsWork to mould his passion into clayLike the sunIn his room, his ladyShe would dance and sing so completelySo be still, he now criesI have time, oh let clay transform thee so, loveIn the deep cold of nightWinter calls, he cries, dont deny meFor his lady, deep her illnessTime has caught herAnd will for all reasons take herIn the still light of dawn, she diesHelpless hands soul revealingLike leaves we touch, we learnWe once knew the storyAs winter calls he will starveAll but to see the stone be lifeNow roan no more tearsSet to work his strengthSo transformed himRealising a form out of stone, his workSo absorbed himCould she hear himCould she see himAll aglow was his room bathed in this lightHe would touch herHe would hold herLaughing as they dancedHighest colours touching othersDid her eyes at the turn of the centuryTell me plainlyHow we meet, how well loveOr let life, so transform meLike leaves we touched, we dancedWe once knew the storyAs autumn called and we bothRemembered all those many years agoIm sure we knowWas the sign with a touchAs I kiss your fingersWe walk hands in the sunMemories when were youngLove lingers soWas it sun thru the hazeThat made all your looksWarm as moonlightAs a pearl, deep your eyesTears have flown awayAll the same lightDid her eyes at the turn of the centuryTell me plainlyWhen we meet how well lookAs we smile time will leave me clearlyLike leaves we touch, we searchWe will know the storyAs autumn calls we will both rememberAll those many years ago
