My Lady d’Arbanville, why do you sleep so still? I’ll wake you tomorrow And you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill. My Lady d’Arbanville why does it grieve me so? But your heart seems so silent. Why do you breathe so low, why do you breathe so low, My Lady d’Arbanville

What kind of power, What kind of demon is this? Who kicks me out in shame, With every word he says What kind of majik of majiks? What kind of war is this, That I can’t fight no more? That leaves me weaponless, And nails me to the floor What kind of power, of powers?

Oh, I’m being followed by a moonshadow, Moonshadow, moonshadow Leapin’ and hoppin’ on a moonshadow, Moonshadow, moonshadow And if I ever lose my hands, Lose my plough, lose my land, Oh if I ever lose my hands – oh if… I won’t have to work no more And if I ever lose my eyes, If

Oh very young, What will you leave us this time? You’re only dancing on this Earth for a short while And though your dreams may toss and turn you now They will vanish away like your daddy’s best jeans Denim Blue fading up to the sky And though you want them to last forever You

Now I’ve been happy lately, Thinking about the good things to come, And I believe it could be, something good has begun Oh I’ve been smiling lately, dreaming about the world as one, And I believe it could be, some day its going to come ‘Cause out on the edge of darkness, there rides a

It’s so quiet in the ruins, walking though the old town Stones crumbling under my feet I see smoke for miles around Oh it’s enough to make you weep, all that remains of the main street Up in the park on Sunday, dogs chasing and the children played Old man with his head down, can’t