Song Lyrics
in narrow side streets
under black mountains
come with me to the winged isle
Crumbling chimneys, where the dance of ages is playing still, through far marches
that slide from roof-tops
Through far marches of acres wild, crumbling chimneys Wild, i ll make love to you
Through far marches, in all good places
That slither darkly, where the dance of ages is playing still, in all good places
That slither darkly, where the dance of ages is playing still
That slide from roof-tops, in all good places, crumbling chimneys
Under black mountains, come with me to the winged isle
Through far marches of acres wild, that slide from roof-tops
I ll make love to you, where the blue hare races, northern father s western child
with cement fingers
by red bricks pointed
Where the dance of ages is playing still, come with me to the winged isle
Where the blue hare races, i ll make love to you
i ll make love to you
Come with me to the winged isle, in all good places
Discos silent under tiles, scatter softly
where the dance of ages is playing still