Testo The Spell - Jon Anderson

The Spell

Shine a torch, over here
There's a body I see in the corner
It's a child still alive
Must be years since this door has been open

See, hold her head, her hair is made of gold
You see it
Close to her spine: small wings
You see what we are seeing
Could you accept the sign the truth
Lying there, a pure child of God:
An angel

God gives his children light
God gives his children laughter too

Help me lift her away
She could lie in the sun
Lay her head on this rainbow

So this child of the lord
Spread her wings
Thus we'll walk
From a spell
Such a story she could tell

This vision heard his hand enjoyed her music
While he could sing good
Could sing good

It seems she lost her way while on a mission in a spell
She had been sent to help two people
Her souls were held

On her way she had encountered the silver spike of hate
Forward raping and struck her and maimed her
Falling to a dream to be made

Once this stuff lives in reality
Once this stuff living in fantasy
Once this stuff caught in a memory
Once this stuff lost in every
Once this stuff need and not much
Once this stuff's with another's touch
One believes she the bridges to be
One believes she's a ghost that's free
One regret her whole life is the past
One regret she no longer knows to fly

Outside, the street, the raining drizzle
Inside, the warmth of a french café
I sat alone and watched, as I saw the dark of the room
In the corner, in the corner
Two old ladies sitting
They sat there, so quietly
Eyes heavy, with experience
There was something so sad
With the look in their eyes
They whispered, for moments, a life full of memories
I wondered in sorrow the child from them

Lost in a kind of wonderment
It seems that they did have beauty once
Their hair was as black as their big coats they wore
As I gazed I knew they couldn't see me
Watching them made me think of them
Me think of them

I ordered wine when the door of the café opened
In came this man with a solemn look - so large
He walks straight to the table where the ladies
They sat not looking cool yeah

Petrified they smiled, as he bowed, quickly hung his coat
He then sat down, held his hands over their hands
He spoke briefly then, he ordered lunch
And then he saw his foe

So let me say, let's remember the total story
He was 48, your Father was the French ambassador
In Istanbul, it was fun, to be freed of the horrors of war
At a Party, the city turned out in glorious style
Champaign and music with the order of the story night

You danced so much that night, you're both 19 you are
While dancing the young man said: let's go play hide and seek
You're searching through the end, the sea
You hear footsteps to the cellar door
On the doorway floor
You find your father bound and tied by the secret police

They charge in venice by a starlet from the secret tricks
To smuggle heroine and send the children to Paris
A double deal this sprains and let the foe to rot in jail
His money bank account that just have found his trait, his trail
So he had been tied to shock the truth out of him
To shock him with wires of electricity

The last shock that killed him
The twins screamed for mercy
A love for their father
As his life washed away
From that moment onward
Through the tears and the pain
Each year they have a visitor
Like a voice in the rain

Come closer, the man was saying
You have to remember
There's things you can't forget
I'll never tell them
You know they'll put you in prison
The secret is safe in my hands
Safe in my hands
Safe in my hands

And as I sat in the café
I wondered how they have been blackmailed for nearly 30 years

How can a man be so cruel
Leading them astray

To blind ladies of innocence...