Bob Catley Madrigal
Senses take flight
On their dulcimer strings
By the flickering light
As the candle is dimmed
Kissed by the breath of a whim
At a peace close to dying
That hides many things
Like the tears in the night
Soothe the eyes but eventually sting
Night scented stocks
Weave their own threnody
Through a tinderless night
Steeped in old melodies
Words carried home by the breeze
Are suspended in time
On this midsummer's eve
Under tender moonlight
In the temperate forest of dreams
Madrigal homebound on madrigal winds
Madrigal in flight on gossamer wings
All you can wish for is all that it brings
Born to be under the spell of this wonderful thing
Sleep in this storybook's
Halcyon scene
Hear 'the whispering' speak
Of their timeless esteem
Nightfall has beckoned you here
To a place in a clearing
Where kingfishers sing
Of the crystal clear waters
Alive in this magical spring
Tail on over
Madrigal homebound on madrigal winds
Madrigal in flight on gossamer wings
All you can wish for is all that it brings
Born to be under the spell of this wonderful thing
Madrigal homebound on madrigal winds
Madrigal in flight on gossamer wings
All you can wish for is all that it brings
Born to be under the spell of this wonderful thing
Tail on over
Madrigal homebound on madrigal winds
Madrigal in flight on gossamer wings
All you can wish for is all that it brings
Born to be under the spell of this wonderful thing
Madrigal homebound on madrigal winds
Madrigal in flight on gossamer wings
All you can wish for is all that it brings
Born to be under the spell of this wonderful thing
