Ark, The

Ark, The - Od Slatrom Ekil lyrics

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Cry, O doves, you're done with fortune

Mean deeds did steal your need to be free

Dry and close your wandering fountains

And be with me as I slip trough your dreams

Think about the young boy

He's so eager to be loved, to understand

Getting his hair cut like a boy

Watching the sun set on his own

Think about the young girl

Shes so eager to be loved and understood

Think about the young boy,

He's becoming a man

Cry, O doves, you're done with fortune

New dreams did free your need to be real

Try, O moles, in your sunly torture

To dream of me as you creep trough the trees

Think about the young boy

He's so eager to be loved, to understand

Getting his hair cut like a boy

Watching the sun set on his own

Think about the young girl

She's so eager to be loved and understood

Think about the young boy,

He's becoming a man

Cry, doves

Broken is the wind

Broken is his fellow

His name is Angro-Diti

And his voice is very mellow

And he sings

"So twice five miles of fertile ground

with walls and towers were girdled 'round

and there were gardens

bright with sinous rills were blossomed

many an incense-bearing tree"

He sings of wuthering wilderness

And how it once was tamed

He sings of God's boredom

In the days of no names

Cry, O, doves you're done with fortune

New dreams did free your need to be real

Try, O moles, in your sunly torture

To dream of me as you creep through the trees

Think about the young boy

He's so eager to be loved, to understand

Getting his hair cut like a boy

Watching the sun set on his own

Think about the young girl

She's so eager to be loved, to understand

Think about the young boy,

He's so eager to be loved, to understand

Getting his hair cut like a boy

Watching the sun set on his own

Oh, when worlds collide

It's like thunder in the head

And fire in the mind

So, think about the young boy

He's becoming a man

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