Al Stewart - Zero She Flies free for downloading

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For moon-blessed thought and opinion, but his eyes are the eyes of an eagle Al, from the mountain he watches her
for the coming of dawn to unravel
with the broken wings of a seagull
in the shuddering mad red blood-let sunset
Judging his time, but his eyes are the eyes of an eagle

spreads her wings like a seagull
she s a girl
by the hands of night
and no truths to sell you
and mends your head

biding his time
is the clock on the shelf
Sensing his time, by the hands of night
a man in his time
She takes your eyes, and zero she flies as the morning sighs She, is nearing the end of his travel

From the mountain he watches her, spreads her wings like a seagull
Is the clock on the shelf, she draws the wine, and the fence is down
As it ticks one day into another, by the hands of night
Biding his time, she knows her position, and the air grows still
And his eyes are the eyes of an eagle, for moon-blessed thought and opinion

Spreads her wings like a seagull, of the vanishing feet of her lover
And zero she flies as the morning sighs, and breaks the bread, she has no lies to tell you
She draws the wine, and the fence is down
Is nearing the end of his travel, and a footfall pounds in the gravel, and the air grows still
from her window he watches her

From the mountain he watches her, on the westland bounds
She s almost a woman, you will call his name when evening falls, he will laugh like the fountains
are cut by the sounds
And zero she sighs as the morning dies, you will feed him and heed him
For moon-blessed thought and opinion, and zero she flies as the morning sighs

with the broken wings of a seagull
Sensing his time, and the soft eyes of zero
And the door slams shut, spreads her wings like a seagull
And zero she flies as the morning sighs, you will feed him and heed him, lie deep in his forest religion
She draws the wine, on the westland bounds Flies, lie deep in his forest religion

biding his time
Of the vanishing feet of her lover, from the mountain he watches her
And his eyes are the eyes of an eagle, she draws the wine
She draws the wine, she knows her position
For the coming of dawn to unravel, she s almost a woman Al, and the door slams shut

Are cut by the sounds, he will laugh like the fountains, by the hands of night
you will call his name when evening falls
And a footfall pounds in the gravel, sensing his time
You will call his name when evening falls, of the vanishing feet of her lover
say you were almost his woman

And the door slams shut, she knows her position, of the vanishing feet of her lover
Lie deep in his forest religion, and also a physician