Wind Quartets lyrics

Song information

Artist: Marc Bolan And T. Rex
Album: Prophets Seers ...

Lyrics

The wind quartet howls softly
My jeep hand strokes her necklace
Crusted, crammed with old etruscan gold

Her bird head torn with summer
Inspects a spartan runner
Robbing time a chosen prince of speed

My goblet drenched with autumn
Tears for my dead cat ena
Silver surfer sorcerer of spray

She headed deep in chartreuse
A falcon glimpse of white teeth
Separated by lace cinnamon folds

We hid and rid in hansom
Cab wrenched from lost byzantium
Lordlett who once held the earth in chains

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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