Anthony Phillips Souvenir
[From the CD of Sides, also b-side of Um & Arrgh] There was once a man he met Who walked in fields of silk and burr, so light And then the darkness came upon me I woke, I could not see her face Her voice across dark waters stole Please turn on the light, it's growing cold She was once my lady friend I loved her countless times before, so light Then the darkness crept upon her I woke, I could not hear her voice She left no sign or souvenir Please turn on the light, it's cold in here Something tells me we burned out all our boats Setting sail upon storm-ridden sea And putting faith in the gods of ancient times I had believed we could be strong and supine She was like a breath of light oh She fell like the chesnut leaf [John Hackett flute solo] So the moons rise slowly now In swirling mists I dimly see God leave Trapped in calm, left her no darkness Still as then, I cannot see her face Her voice is still accosting me Please turn out the lights, the last to leave
