Ivich

Album: Zero She Flies (1970)
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  • She's a mollusk, a seamstress, a princess
    A priestess, a negress, she knows her position
    She's a swallow, a willow, a cello,
    A pillow, a bow and also a physician

    She takes your eyes and mends your head
    She draws the wine and breaks the bread
    She has no lies to tell you and no truths to sell you
    She's a girl, she's almost a woman

    And zero she flies as the morning sighs
    Spreads her wings like a seagull
    From the mountain he watches her, biding his time
    But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle

    He's a hawthorn, a raven, a scarecrow, a haven
    For moon blessed thought and opinion
    He will laugh like the fountains, the bones of the mountains
    Lie deep in his forest religion

    You will call his name when evening falls
    And the ground sets hard and the night wind calls
    You will feed him and heed him, at times you will need him
    Say, you were almost his woman

    And zero she flies as the morning sighs
    Spreads her wings like a seagull
    From the mountain he watches her, biding his time
    But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle

    In the shuddering mad, red blood let sunset
    A tired man is leaving his cover
    And the soft eyes of zero are cut by the sounds
    Of the vanishing feet of her lover

    And the door slams shut and the air grows tight
    And her throat is gripped by the hands of night
    And all that is left is the clock on the shelf
    As it ticks one day into another

    And zero, she sighs as the morning dies
    With the broken wings of a seagull
    From the mountain he watches her, sensing his time
    But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle

    At the pall of the day, the man of the mountain
    Is nearing the end of his travel and the fence is down
    On the west land bounds
    And a footfall pounds in the gravel

    Comes a knock three times and the air grows still
    As he steps inside from the sudden chill
    And the moment is caught in the net of the night
    For the coming of dawn to unravel

    And zero she flies as the morning sighs
    Spreads her wings like a seagull
    From the mountain he's coming, judging his time
    And his eyes are the eyes of an eagle

    Ohh, zero she flies as the morning dies
    Spreads her wings like a seagull
    From her window he watches her, a man in his time
    But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle

    Writer/s: ALISTAIR IAN STEWART
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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