Thursday 11 July 2013

Something Magic!

Sir Joseph Noel Paton: The Quarrel of Oberon and Titania

In the centre of the storm 
Something magic being born 
When the world is torn apart 
By the beating of a heart 
Like a dam about to burst 
Like a drunkard's crazy thirst 
In the centre of the storm 
Something magic being born 

It's the dark hours of the soul 
When the nightmares take their toll 
When the shadows come to mock 
Against the ticking of the clock 
When the demons of the night 
Come like vultures for their bite 
In the dark hours of the soul 
When the nightmares take their toll 

It's the dawning of the day 
Night-time's panic swept away 
When the clouds which seemed so dark 
Are exchanged for morning's lark 
When the stars which burnt so bright 
Are exchanged for morning light 
In the dawning of the day 
Nightime's panic swept away

(Procol Harum - Something Magic)