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Necklace of Days

© 2019 Robert Morris Black / Leprechaun Club Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.


She wore a necklace of days
And walked out into the ancient rain
To find the modern world under her feet
Outside the black iron gates of Great Russell Street
She wore a necklace of days

Turn back the dial to her nativity
To the crystal cliffs of the Aegean Sea
Cold white stone that the terrain yields
Under a flaming sun that scorches the fields
Where marble rock was brought to life
By the cut and chisel of the artist’s knife
She was revealed at the rise of spring
To decorate the tomb of a Persian king

She wore a necklace of days….

A hundred centuries stormed her brow
With the ruthless winds that speed the plough
A thousand emperors came and went
As she moved across the continent
Through shattered cities’ battered remains
Left bruised and barren from war’s campaigns
And while great and small were laid to rest
Passion survived beneath her jeweled breast

She wore a necklace of days….

She sees you, she sees you, she sees you
She sees you, she sees you, she sees you

I met a traveler from an antique land
On the Millennium Bridge in winter’s cold command
We walked the city’s relic lanes and bowers
Past the steel and glass, and the cellular towers
She sang the history of a thousand years
Of the blood and the battles, the shouts and tears
And as the stars dispatched their amber glow
We danced to the bells of St. Mary-Le-Bow

She wore a necklace of days
And walked out into the ancient rain
To find the modern world under her feet
Outside the black iron gates of Great Russell Street
She wore a necklace of days

She sees you

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