Cousins-Cronk
Thereâs a young man who sings to the wilderness moon
And his song of lament bears a harrowing tune
There are dreams to be treasured when moments arise
Through Aphroditeâs eyes.
She was born on the blood of the foam on the sea
Instilled with the grace of a flowering tree
He appeared as a saint but she read his disguise
Through Aphroditeâs eyes.
There were moments of peace as they lay in the sun
And the cypress trees signalled the battle was won
Nurtured by truth, she considered her prize
Through Aphroditeâs eyes.
While his manner of speech spoke of total neglect
She sought her revenge for his lack of respect
He confessed to his sins as she feigned her surprise
Through Aphroditeâs eyes.
Tortured by love, he wept as she smiled
Led to believe that she carried his child
Condemned was the victim, she grew to despise
Through Aphroditeâs eyes.
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- Prognostic
- Hero & Heroine In Ascencia
- The Broken Hearted Bride
- Burning For You
- Dragonfly
- Miscellaneous
- Strawbs
- From The Witchwood
- Bursting At The Seams
- Nomadness
- Blue Angel
- Ringing Down The Years
- Early Strawbs
- All Our Own Work
- 30 Years In Rock Classic Rock Legends
- Strawbs By Choice
- Ghosts
- Classic Strawbs
- Just A Collection Of Antiques And Curios
- Halcyon Days