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letra de tanglewood tree - playing rapunzel

[vocals: marilisa valtazanou and mich sampson]

love is a tanglewood tree
in a bower of green
in a forest at dawn
fair while the mockingbird sings
but she soon lifts her wings
and the music is gone

young lovers in the tall gr-ss with their hearts open wide
when the red summer poppies bloom
but love is a trackless domain
and the rumour of rain
in the late afternoon

love is an old root that creeps
(love is an old root that creeps)
through the meadows of sleep
(through the meadows of sleep)
when the long shadows cast
(when the long shadows cast)
thin as a vagrant young vine
(thin as a vagrant young vine)
it encircles and twines
(it encircles and twines)
and it holds the heart fast
(and it holds the heart fast)

catches dreamers in the wildwood with the stars in their eyes
and the moon in their tousled hair
but love is a light in the sky
(love… the sky…)
and an unspoken lie
(… a lie…)
and a half-whispered prayer

[piano/flute instrumental]

i’m walking down a bone-dry river but the cool mirage runs true
i’m banking on the fables of the far, far better things we do
(i’m banking on the fables of the far, far better things we do)
i’m living for the day of reckoning
(i’m living for the day of reckoning)
counting down the hours
(counting down the hours)
i yearn away, i burn away
(i yearn away, i burn away)
i turn away the fairest flower of love
(i turn away the fairest flower of love)

’cause darling
love, is a garden of thorns
(love’s garden of thorns, how it grows)
and a crow in the corn
(black crow in the corn hummin’ low)
and the brake growing wild
(brake nettle so pretty and wild)

and thistles surround the edge of the
cold when the summer is spent
(dim dark hour as the sun moves away)
in the jayheart’s lament
(lamenting a lost summer’s day)
for the faith of a child
(who nurtures the faith of a child)
when nothing remains to cover her eyes?

my body has a number and my face has a name
my body has a number, maybe my face has a name
and each day looks the same to me
(each hour like each hour before)
but love is a voice on the wind
(this longing is a voice on the wind)
and the wages of sin
(she cultivates the wages of sin)
and a tanglewood tree
(in a tanglewood tree)

- playing rapunzel

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