Marc Bolan And T Rex Evenings Of Damask Lyrics

Evenings Of Damask Lyrics

The evenings of Damask are falling 
The youth of truth chest 
Feeds a starling 
With his heart. 

A chosen man begged by the wayside 
A horse came soon and died 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 chopper 
And said choose. 

My sandled feet are fleet like water 
I kiss the limbs is Earthess daughter 
A little tree.