The Storyman
I lived my life in the words of a Storyman,
Watched my dreams from the years gone by,
Heard my voice in the songs of a Storyman,
Always by my side, always by my side;
I saw him first in a castle by candlelight,
Turning round with a golden key,
I heard a train far away, and a whistle blow,
Like a baby's cry, 'twas like a baby's cry;
Ravens stood on the walls of Jerusalem,
Sailors danced at the borderline,
Light a fire on the road to the ferryman,
Emotions running high, in the summertime;
Take me back to the places I've never been,
Take me back to another time,
Take me back to a world I have never seen,
Only in my mind, only in my mind;
Late last night I met up with a lady-love,
Dressed in red, didn't say goodbye,
Carry me to the last time I showed her what
Tender hands can do, and I'll be missing you;
Take me back to the places I've never been,
Take me back to another time,
Take me back to a world I have never seen,
Only in my mind, only in my mind;
Follow the light that's shining on to where we will be going,
Up to Heaven, Paradise, or to the heart divine;
It's in the echoes of a child, waiting for the journey,
The spirit of one world;
Oh take me back to the places I've never been,
Take me back to another time,
Take me back to a world I have never seen,
Only in my mind, only in my mind;
I lived my life in the words of a Storyman...
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