NOT A REQUIEM
     

[Medieval feel].

The Queen is lying sleeping
And the graceful forest bends
Demons growing wings now
But this is not a requiem
No, not a requiem

As the animals awaken
And the circle she is formed
Wanderlust it grips me
Purple stars wink through the storm
Purple stars wink through the storm

But the cliff-top beckons
And we climb it in the mist
Cradling our hopes now
Like two falling leaves we kiss
Like trembling leaves we kiss

On the mountaintops and rivers
Making love to moon and sun
Lying still beside you
As we tumble and we run
Nestled deep we are as one

Though the night outside is raging
There's a flame here burning calm
And the spring is always singing
When I hold you in my arms
When I hold you in my arms

The Queen she is awake now
And the laughing forest bends
Eyes like molten blue sky
Tell me this is not the end
While they worship their false profits
We'll be walking hand in hand
No more Miss Apprehension
For this is not a requiem
No, not a requiem



© David Lowe 1991