Evenings Of Damask – T. Rex

The youth of truth chest
Feeds a starling
With his heart.

A chosen man begged by the wayside
A horse came soon and deid before him
And said eat.

The icy claws of earth are crawling
Upon my baby’s brow and calling
Please come home.

The boy unlike the man was smiling
For gulleys, streams and hills would hide him
Like a swan.

A vagabond, a weaver warrior
Produced a loom, a cheese and choppper
And said choose.


Lyric Evenings Of Damask – T. Rex