A strong power calls from the left hand
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Across the waters deep
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a strong power calls from the left hand
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let all things sleep or weep
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oh the queen of love, you have unwove my eyes
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and my heart will not sleep
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the eye would sleep but the mind would rise
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I must needs walk down God's eyebrows
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and along the street of his eyes
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look for me and you will see me in my red cloak
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swimming determined
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as God's blood flows
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creatures of grief you beg from the thief
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I will not carry home your sacks of sorrow
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but I will pay the fiddler good silver if he smiles
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pray God he see tomorrow
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and the fine fine girls that are into it
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and my eyes with salt water swim
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and we disputing with a brittle gaiety
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upon the world's rim
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if I sought to love you with my body
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it would be with a bent back
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unto the day of doom
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Oh the Queen of Love
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I am in her heart
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she is in my room
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and together alone we clasp hands
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and in each other's eyes walk the endless shore
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and below I have my duty to perform in the song
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and that that I was
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you will see it no more
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the snow is on the hills of my heart
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and to speak is to die
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the men at arms do seek to mark me
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and the monks raise hue and cry
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seek me in vain on Golgotha
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or in fear's hollow
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for the way I take today
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only the true may follow
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the ancestors in stone armour
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calling for loyalty untrue
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seek to make a zigzag of the arrow's flight
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it is so swaddled in the bands of form
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but I am girdled with the storm
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and cloaked with the night
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I am not to be seen or found
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save only in what I cause
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standing outside on the inside outside
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perfectingness and flaws
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how will I say where I end
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or where you begin
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how will I say, what shall I play
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shall it be you or the wild wind
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as Pan with the unsane eyes
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or with the wild horns
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or when I am crowned with the paper crown
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or with the crown of thorns
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a strong power compels distortion from the right hand
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fleece to the grey wolves
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fangs to the grey sheep
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but the Queen of Love she strokes
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my body alive, that I do not sleep.
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The doctor brews potions and pills
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to open his own front door
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and the locksmith makes strong bolts
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to bar his gates to every new breeze that blows
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shall I now put lion's ears upon my ears
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hear every sound as a roar
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shall I now put mouse's eyes upon my eyes
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gauge the moon for size against my paw
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while the Queen of Love
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she sings to me
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from above and beyond the world
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and I observe my mind
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it is playing ignorant boy
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while at her feet I am curled
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and I remember all female movements so well
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of such a form to bring much joy and ease much care
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to perfume and let fall the coloured gown
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and to let down the curling hair.
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But now I play seed thrower
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and I will play three-legged man
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I will play dream weaver and day bringer
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and catch as catch can
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While the Queen of Love
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she swims like a silver dove in my mind's room
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and my body sleepwalks down the road
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in a warm dark swoon
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Queen Of Love
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The Incredible String Band |