Tanglewood Tree Lyrics

[Vocals: Marilisa Valtazanou and Mich Sampson]



Love is a tanglewood tree

In a bower of green

In a forest at dawn

Fair while the mockingbird sings

But she soon lifts her wings

And the music is gone



Young lovers in the tall grass with their hearts open wide

When the red summer poppies bloom

But love is a trackless domain

And the rumour of rain

In the late afternoon



Love is an old root that creeps

(Love is an old root that creeps)

Through the meadows of sleep

(Through the meadows of sleep)

When the long shadows cast

(When the long shadows cast)

Thin as a vagrant young vine

(Thin as a vagrant young vine)

It encircles and twines

(It encircles and twines)

And it holds the heart fast

(And it holds the heart fast)



Catches dreamers in the wildwood with the stars in their eyes

And the moon in their tousled hair

But love is a light in the sky

(Love...         the sky...)

And an unspoken lie

(... A lie...)

And a half-whispered prayer



[Piano/Flute Instrumental]



I'm walking down a bone-dry river but the cool mirage runs true

I'm banking on the fables of the far, far better things we do

(I'm banking on the fables of the far, far better things we do)

I'm living for the day of reckoning

(I'm living for the day of reckoning)

Counting down the hours

(Counting down the hours)

I yearn away, I burn away

(I yearn away, I burn away)

I turn away the fairest flower of love

(I turn away the fairest flower of love)



'Cause darling

Love, is a garden of thorns

(Love's garden of thorns, how it grows)

And a crow in the corn

(Black crow in the corn hummin' low)

And the brake growing wild

(Brake nettle so pretty and wild)



And thistles surround the edge of the

Cold when the summer is spent

(Dim dark hour as the sun moves away)

In the jayheart's lament

(Lamenting a lost summer's day)

For the faith of a child

(Who nurtures the faith of a child)

When nothing remains to cover her eyes?



My body has a number and my face has a name

My body has a number, maybe my face has a name

And each day looks the same to me

(Each hour like each hour before)

But love is a voice on the wind

(This longing is a voice on the wind)

And the wages of sin

(She cultivates the wages of sin)

And a tanglewood tree

(In a tanglewood tree)