Letras:
Genesis Nursery Cryme

: Play me Old King Cole That I may join with you, All your hearts now seem so far from me It hardly seems to matter now. And the nurse will tell

: Sunday at six when they close both the gates a widowed pair, still sitting there, Wonder if they're late for church and it's cold, so they fasten

: News: A well-known Bognor restaurant-owner disappeared early this morning. Last seen in a mouse-brown overcoat, suitably camouflaged, they saw

: Came the night a mist dissolved the trees And in the broken light colours fly, fading by. Pale and cold as figures fill the glade Grey is the web

A well-known Bognor restaurant-owner Disappeared early this morning Last seen in a mouse-brown overcoat suitably camouflaged They saw him catch a train

From a dense forest of tall dark pine wood Mount Ida rises like an island Within a hidden cave, nymphs had kept a child Hermaphroditus, son of Gods, so

I heard the old man tell his tale Tinker, alone within a storm And losing hope he clears the leaves beneath a tree Seven stones, lay on the ground Within

Came the night A mist dissolved the trees And in the broken light colors fly Fading by Pale and cold As figures fill the glade Grey is the web they spin

Came the night a mist dissolved the trees And in the broken light colours fly, fading by. Pale and cold as figures fill the glade Grey is the web