The Iron Stone By Robin Williamson Robin: guitar Mike: sitar Rose: percussion Licorice:
irish harp, percussion A long wind a weaving mind Over all the
land the wild flowers grow, Echoing kind to kind On that day when I found the iron stone Heavy in my hand in the
sloping rain Ever the seas rolled on and o'er my heart They roofed their slates of grey The iron stone
I found it on that day The iron stone I brought it home Heavy in my hand I brought it home Black as the
thoughts of doom A man told me it came from the moon Flying through time it flew Upon the long beach where I found
it Dancing horses told their tale Among the stones it called me There my hand it knew Seeing in the thickness
of the thick black sight Forests and centaurs and gods of the night Never that sun shone on Where high Atlantis raised
her shores How sang the dragons of the sea Love paints the carts with suns for wheels The jester's bauble,
cap and bells The brave, perhaps, Mustachio Sir Primalform Magnifico The dragon me with golden toes And golden
fire my flaming nose And memories, memories My cave was bright with sulky gems That paled the stars like
diadems Silver lost and buried gold Such was my home in days of old.
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