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Under A Violet Moon

Lyrics / Under A Violet Moon

 

1. Under A Violet Moon
2. Castles And Dreams
3. Past Time With Good Company
4. Morning Star
5. Avalon
6. Possum Goes To Prague
7. Wind In The Willows
8. Gone With The Wind
 9. Beyond The Sunset
10. March The Heroes Home
11. Spanish Nights (I Remember It Well)
12. Catherine Howard's Fate
13. Fool's Gold
14. Durch Den Wald Zum Bach Haus
15. Now And Then
16. Self Portrait

 

 

 

 

Under A Violet Moon

© Blackmore/Night

(Minstrel Hall Music/Haunted Song Music)


Dancing to the feel of the drum
Leave this world behind
We'll have a drink and toast to ourselves
Under a Violet Moon
Tudor Rose with her hair in curls
Will make you turn and stare
Try to steal a kiss at the bridge
Under a Violet Moon
Raise your hats and your glasses too
We will dance the whole night through
We're going back to a time we knew
Under a Violet Moon
Cheers to the Knights and days of old
The beggars and the thieves
Living in an enchanted wood
Under a Violet Moon
Fortune teller what do you see
Future in a card
Share your secrets, tell them to me
Under a Violet Moon
Close your eyes and lose yourself
In a medieval mood
Taste the treasures and sing the tunes
Under a Violet Moon
Tis my delight on a shiny night
The season of the year
To keep the lanterns burning bright
Under a Violet Moon


Castles And Dreams

© Blackmore/Night
(Minstrel Hall Music/Haunted Song Music)


Solitaire with a song in her heart
But what a sad song to sing
Turned her back on all that she knew
In the hopes of a golden ring...
*And the rains came down
And the stars fell from the sky
Oh, how dark the night...
It always seems those Castles and Dreams
Fade with the morning light...
Such a sad story
That time loves to tell
copper coins shine for the sun
From the floor after wishing well
*Repeat
So the jewel of jeopardy
Shines with each dangerous step
So unsure of what we've become
What we have and what we have left...
*Repeat


Past Time With Good Company

-traditional by Henry VIII
arranged by Blackmore


Past time with good company
I love, and shall until I die
Grutch who lust, but none deny
So God be pleased, thus live will I
For my pastance
Hunt, sing and dance
My heart is set;
All goodly sport
For my comfort
Who shall me let?
Youth must have some dalliance
Of good or ill some pastance;
Company methinks then best
All thoughts and fancies to digest
For idleness is chief mistress
Of vices all; then who can say
But mirth and play
Is best of all?
Past time with good company
I love, and shall until I die
Grutch who lust, but none deny
So God be pleased, thus live will I
For my pastance
Hunt, sing and dance
My heart is set;
All goodly sport
For my comfort
Who shall me let?
Company with honesty
Is virtue, vices to flee;
Company is good and ill
But every man hath his free will
The best ensue
The worst eschew;
My mind shall be
Virtue to use
Vice to refuse
Thus shall I use me...


Morning Star

© Blackmore/Night
(Minstrel Hall Music/Haunted Song Music)


There are shadows in the sky
Dancing in the air
Calling to my heart
Saying, "If you dare,
We're running fast
We're running far
Trying to catch the morning star..."
And time and space
Our only shield
Keeping secrets
Unrevealed
Falling night
Breathes in the dark
Trying to catch the morning star...
*I can fly through my mind when I see them as they shine
Can it be so hard to try and charm the elusive morning star...
So within the chase
We soon will find
The light of the moon
Those left behind
Try to free the gypsy in their hearts
By trying to catch the morning star...
*Repeat
Now that the time
Has come and gone
Illusion has past
And we're on our own
Know the dreams is never far...
When trying to catch the Morning Star...


Avalon

-traditional © Blackmore/Night
(Minstrel Hall Music/Haunted Song Music)
arranged by Blackmore


To the days of Avalon
Where magic rules as king
The moon beneath the castle walls
As the nightingale sings...
The golden bird
He gave to me
What happiness he brings
Like a star on a Christmas tree
As the nightingale sings
*And so we sat, hand in hand and watched the fireflies
And never spoke a single word
But lived to do or die
We lived to do or die
Back to the days of Avalon
Where magic rules as king
The moon beneath the castle walls
As the nightingale sings...
We read of tales of treason
A soldiers legacy
Blood beneath the crimson sky
Fighting without reason
But the crime of loyalty
A tattered flag left to fly...
Back to the days of Avalon
Where magic rules as king
The moon beneath the castle walls
As the nightingale sings...
The branches bent
Like an archers bow
As he spread his wings
And flew beneath the gentle snow
As the nightingale sings...
Back to the days of Avalon
Where magic rules as king
The moon beneath the castle walls
As the nightingale sings...
As the nightingale sings...


Possum Goes To Prague

© Blackmore
(Minstrel Hall Music)


(Instrumental)

Wind In The Willows

© Bell
(Tamlyn Music)


As I went a walking
One morning in spring
I met with some travelers
On an old country lane
One was an old man
The second a maid
The third was a young boy who smiled as he said
* "With the wind in the willows
The birds in the sky
There's a bright sun to warm us wherever we lie...
We have bread and fishes and a jug of red wine
To share on our journey with all of mankind."
So I asked them to tell their name and their race
So I could remember each smile on their face
"Or names, they mean nothing...
They change throughout time
So come sit beside us and share in our wine"
*Repeat
So I sat down beside them
With flowers all around
We et from a mantle
Spread out on the ground
They told me of prophets
And people and kings
And all of the one god that knows everything
"We're traveling to Glaston
Over England's green lanes
To hear of men's trouble
To hear of their pains
We travel the wide world
Over land and the sea
To tell all the people
How the can be free..."
*Repeat
So sadly I left them
On that old country lane
For I knew I'd never see them again
One was an old man
The second a maid
The third was a young boy who smiled as he said...

*Repeat

Gone With The Wind

-traditional (Knipper) © Blackmore/Night
(Minstrel Hall Music/Haunted Song Music)
arranged by Blackmore


Twisting turning
The winds are burning
Leaving me without a name
How will we ever find our way...
Snow was falling
I could hear the frightened calling
Fear taking over every man
Life meaning nothing more than sand...
*Wind will sweep away
The traces I was here
A story in a teardrop
That all I have to give...
Rage inferno swallowing the life that I know
Strength is the only way to fight
You must look up to see the light...
Take all I know
Turn it into darkened shadows
They'll disappear in the sun
When a new story has begun
She survived the nightmare
Began a whole new life here
But I can see behind those eyes
She still sees fires in the night...
Twisting and turning
Oh, the winds are burning
Leaving me without a name
How will we ever find our way...


Beyond The Sunset

© Blackmore
(Minstrel Hall Music)


(Instrumental)

March The Heroes Home

-traditional © Blackmore/Night
(Minstrel Hall Music/Haunted Song Music)
arranged by Blackmore


I sing the praise of honored wars of glory and of kings
The bravery of soldiers, The joy that peace can bring
The captains on their way home, The ribbons on their chests
They've packed away the firearms the trumpet lay to rest...
They've taken in the battlefields with one last weary breath
And set their sights on something new while there's still something left
The poets and the dreamers thank the stars above
For leaving hatred in the dust and bringing back the love...
*Over land and over sea
March The Heroes Home
For the faithful, for the free
March The Heroes Home
We'll be waiting when you
March The Heroes Home
All the night and day through
March The Heroes Home...
The flowers laughing in the fields boast colors bright and new
A hint of freedom in the air, the chimes are ringing true
They're bringing in the New Year and ringing true
They're bringing in the New Year and ringing out the old
Becoming the springtime through winter winds blow cold...


Spanish Bights (I Remember It Well)

-traditional © Blackmore/Night
(Minstrel Hall Music/Haunted Song Music)
arranged by Blackmore


Silent she rose
From the cold desert sands
Painted in shadows
A dark caravan...
Quiet as a whisper
With moves like a cat
she ruled like a storm cloud
Her eyes glowing black...
*Oh, and they cried Malagueña
Wait for me Malagueña
I remember it well...
Oh and they cry Malagueña
Wait for me Malagueña
I remember it well...
Oh, too well...
And so they rode
On the wings of a song
Spinning in silence
The world was their own...
two loves locked in the arms of the dance
Freedom begins the game of the dance
*Repeat
And now they rise
Like a wave on the seas
Lost in a rhythm
And they'll be...

Catherine Howard's Fate

© Blackmore/Night
(Minstrel Hall Music/Haunted Song Music)


Oh, to my dearest ruler and lord
Merciful husband
Noblest of kings...
Your heart of gold has long since tarnished
In my chamber
What will the morning bring?
Was it my heart that doth betray me
Cause I loved more than one man?
Is it true you wear a wounded spirit?
Pray let me mend it and make our love anew...
Allow me to be your humble servant
Once again, as before...
Are you like the other that doth betray me
Cause I loved more than one man?
Truth within the writing of a letter
Signed and sealed poor Catherine Howard's fate...
Truth within the writing of a letter
Signed and sealed poor Catherine Howard's fate...


Fool's Gold

© Blackmore/Night
(Minstrel Hall Music/Haunted Song Music)


Somewhere in a market square
The cobblestone still shine
Glassy eyes behold the sight
Through another cup of wine...
The one eyed jester skips and turns
As he makes his way through the crowd
While the travern's royalty try not to laugh aloud...
The jester does another spin
And then falls to the floor
A show of hands, a short "Hurrah!"
A plea for him to do more...
The ease of laughter comes so fast when you're not in
A jester's shoes
Cause when you've only Fools Gold, you've got nothing
more to loose...
Who holds the riches
The jester or the king?
A fortress made from Fools Gold
Or the tears that treasures can bring?
The king he sits upon his throne
The world weight for his chest
When your mind begins to race you've got no time to rest
"Where is my clown?
I need him now, to take my troubles away..."
The harlequin rushes in as his work begins for the day...
While somewhere in a market square
The cobblestones still shine...


Durch den Wald zum Bach Haus

© Blackmore
(Minstrel Hall Music)
(Instrumental)

Now And Then

© Night
(Haunted Song Music)


The past is so familiar
But that's why you couldn't stay
Too many ghosts, too many haunted dreams
Besides you were built to find your own way...
But after all these years, I thought we'd still hold on
But when I reach for you and search your eyes
I see you've already gone...
*That's OK
I'll be fine
I've got myself, I'll heal in time
But when you leave just remember what we had...
There's more to life than just you
I may cry but I'll make it through
And I know that the sun will shine again
Though I may think of you now and then...
Can't do a thing with ashes
But throw them to the wind...
Though this heart may be in pieces now
You know I'll build it up again and
I'll come back stronger than I ever did before
Just don't turn around when you walk out that door...
*Repeat
That's OK, I'll be fine
I've got myself, I'll heal in time
And even though our stories at the end
I still may think of you now and then...

Self Portrait

© Blackmore/Dio
(Eule Music/Armchair Music)


Paint me a picture and hang it on the wall
Color it darkly, the lines will start to crawl
Down...down...down...
Spin me around and around...
Draw me away to the night from the day, leave not a trace to be found
Down...down...
Nothing is real but the way that I feel and I feel like going -
Down, down down, down down, down down,
down down, down down, down...
Paint me a picture of eyes that never see
Flashes of lightning that burn for only me...
Hey, hey, hey - there's only the devil to pay...
I'm ready to go, pull me down from below
Give me a place I can lay
Hey Hey - nothing is real but the way that I fell and I feel like going -
Nothing is real but the way that I feel and I feel like going
Down, down down, down down, down down,
down down, down down, down...


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