Alright, so my father dug up his old album, and here are the actual lyrics:
I.
Rolled in velvet crystal
Broken reds with scarlet
Hand-me-down of sundry seas
Melting golden flesh is cracked and spilled in garden-circles
grown of me
Fly me on
Fly me on
The hour will be
Fly me on
Fly me on
The hour will be
II.
Window morning I see wonder come to me
You will turn it, nothing is the key
Window morning I see wonder come to me
You will turn it, nothing is the key
She's the lady of the lake, wrapped in the sun
With the summer in her hand, owing no one
In the flashing of her eyes, life is begun
III.
Window morning I see wonder come to me....
She's the lady of the lake, wrapped in the sun
Grown of features and of flame, flowing to one
In the burning of her breath, time is undone
Alright, so my father dug up his old album, and here are the actual lyrics:
I. Rolled in velvet crystal Broken reds with scarlet Hand-me-down of sundry seas Melting golden flesh is cracked and spilled in garden-circles grown of me Fly me on Fly me on The hour will be Fly me on Fly me on The hour will be
II. Window morning I see wonder come to me You will turn it, nothing is the key Window morning I see wonder come to me You will turn it, nothing is the key She's the lady of the lake, wrapped in the sun With the summer in her hand, owing no one In the flashing of her eyes, life is begun
III. Window morning I see wonder come to me.... She's the lady of the lake, wrapped in the sun Grown of features and of flame, flowing to one In the burning of her breath, time is undone
Repeat I.