• Ocean Gypsy

    Date: 2002.08.31 | Category: beleza, encantamento, vida interior | Tags:


    (M. Dunford / B. Tatcher)

    © Turn of the Cards Music

    Try to take it all away, learn her freedom just inside a day

    And find her soul to find their fears allayed

    Try to make her love their own, they took her love, they left her there

    They gave her nothing back that she would want to own

    Gold and silver, rings and stones, dances slowly off the moon

    No one else could know, she stands alone

    Sleeping dreams would reach for her, she cannot say the words they need

    She knows she’s alone and she is free

    Ocean Gypsy of the Moon

    The Sun has made a thousand nights for you to hold

    Ocean Gypsy, where are you?

    Shadows followed by the stars have turned to gold, turned to gold

    Then she met a hollow soul, filled him with her light and was consoled

    She was the Moon and he the Sun was gold

    Eyes were blinded with his light, the sun she gave reflected back the night

    The Moon was waning almost out of sight

    Softly Ocean Gypsy calls, silence holds the stars awhile

    They smile sadly for her where she falls

    Just the time before the dawn, the sea is hushed, the ocean calls her

    Day has taken her, and now she’s gone.

    Ocean Gypsy of the Moon

    The Sun has made a thousand nights for you to hold

    Ocean Gypsy, where are you?

    Shadows followed by the stars have turned to gold, turned to gold

    No one noticed when she died, Ocean Gypsy shackled to the tide

    The ebbing waves returning, spreading wide

    Something gone within her eyes, her fingers lifeless struck the sand

    Her battered soul was lost, she was abandoned

    Silken threads like wings still shine, winds take pleasure, still make patterns

    In her lovely hair, so dark and fine

    Stands on high beneath the seas, cries no more, her tears have dried

    “Oceans weep for her”, the ocean sighs

    Ocean Gypsy of the Moon

    The Sun has made a thousand nights for you to hold

    Ocean Gypsy, where are you?

    Shadows followed by the stars have turned to gold, turned to gold