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Queen of the Moors

Skyclad
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Now Meg she was a gypsy maid, her house was out of doors She stood a tall as amazon, rare she was the queen of the moors Her apples were tart blackberries, her currants pods o'broom Her wine was the dew of the wild white rose, her book a churchyard tomb Her brothers were the craggy hills, her sisters larchen trees Alone with her great family, she did as she did please Brave Meg she was a gypsy fair, she lived all out of doors She wore an old red blanket cloak, she came and she went did the queen of the moors No breakfast has she many a morn, no dinner many a noon Instead of supper she would stare, full hard against the moon But every morn with woodbine fresh, she made her garlanding And every night the dark glen yew she wove, and she would sing Now Meg she was a gypsy maid, her house was out of doors She stood a tall as amazon, rare she was the queen of the moors Brave Meg she was a gypsy fair, she lived all out of doors She wore an old red blanket cloak, she came and she went did the queen of the moors Meg she was a gypsy maid, her house was out of doors She stood a tall as amazon, rare she was the queen of the moors Meg she was a gypsy fair, she lived all out of doors She wore an old red blanket cloak, she came and she went did the queen of the moors Rare she was the queen of the moors Last Summer's Rain Red flags, poor man's grenade Cool blows, blue serenade โ€“ remember? Comrades we said we'd stay โ€“ forever We used to gad about, getting smarter We used to wrangle with Marx and Sartre We used to live with inflated egos As for the state of the party โ€“ God knows? The ghosts on your wall They come to haunt you again But they're hard to recall Just like last summer's rain Past thoughts, new memories Loud words on summer breeze โ€“ surrender So far from yesterday โ€“ remember We used to live with the day glow people We used to go and see Mott The Hoople We used to lounge "a la continental" And now you say I'm just #sentimental The ghosts on your wall They come to haunt you again But they're hard to recall Just like last summer's rain The ghosts on your wall They come to haunt you again But they're hard to recall Just like last summer's rain The Measure What you going to do when the problems mount up so high? Parking your bags in the hallway, ready to fly? What you going to do now your sugar fountain's run dry? Wringing your hands and trying to work out why? Never ever, ever fall in love, well this could be true But you're tired of chasing rainbows, lost to heaven โ€“ who knows? (Look for your saving grace) The measure, slowly coming round now The measure, they'll catch you if they can The measure, shows you what you're worth now The measure, the measure of a man What your going to do when you're tired of bruising your pride? Spin a coin, choose a black or white side? What you going to do when they take you on that long ride? Change your name, to save your worthless hide? Never ever, ever even know yourself, well this could be true You're tired of ringing numbers, all out of your tiny mind (Fall onto your knees) The measure, slowly coming round now The measure, they'll catch you if they can The measure, shows you what you're worth now The measure, the measure of a man Am I a lost 'cause? Am I so see through? All for the man who lives his attitudes The measure, slowly coming round now The measure, they'll catch you if they can The measure, shows you what you're worth now The measure, the measure of a man The measure, slowly coming round now The measure, they'll catch you if they can The measure, shows you what you're worth now The measure, the measure of a man