"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

21 July 2011

Robert Plant, "Harm's Swift Way"

Harm's Swift Way

There is a home out of harm's swift way
I set myself to find
I swore to my love I would
Bring her there
Then I left my love behind

The desert was long
The mountain high
The road ran steep and winding
The promises so easily made
Unbearable, yet binding

Oh me, oh my
Who's gonna count my time

Time will go, it never stays
Memory locked in her passing
Try, oh try to cling to her
Until she becomes everlasting

The world's still blue
My word's still true
I feel I'm turning hollow
She does as she please, if ever she leaves
I'll strangle upon the sorrow

Oh me, oh my
Who's gonna mark my time

The road is past, tomorrow the sky
Between sometimes is blinding
Someday soon when I turn to cloud
I will fly on her wings somehow

Wrapped in the road and filled with above
The ground seems to fade away
Hold to the earth like a new born child
Pray she returns someday

Oh me, oh my
Who's gonna mark my time


- Townes Van Zandt

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