Here I stand acting like a silly clown would
I don’t know why Would anybody like to try
The changes I’m going through?
A hidden lie would fortify
Something that don’t exist
But it ain’t so bad, I’m just a lad
So many more things to do
I intend to come right through them all with you
My songs are merely dreams visiting my mind
We talk a while by a crooked stile
You’re lucky to catch a few
There’s no magic wand in a perfumed hand
It’s a pleasure to be true
In my crystal halls a feather falls
Being beautiful just for you
But that might not be quite true, that’s up to you
Dawn crept in unseen to find me still awake
A strange young girl sang her songs for me
And left 'fore the day was born
That dark princess with saddening jest
She lowered her eyes of woe
And I felt her sigh, I wouldn’t like to try
The changes she’s going through
But I hope love comes right through them all with you
He touched the hearts of most of a generation hoping for an awakening. Celeste was the embodiment of that awakening. We saw it and lost it and tried to find it . . .
Happy Birthday Donovan (May 10)So many Donovan gems (Season of the Witch, Hurdy Gurdy Man, Atlantis) yet this is my favorite of all his songs. Beautiful, crystalline, dreamy baroque pop.
I listen to this song every single time I lay alone remembering as my tears never stop mourning a girl lost to me . Its been years now and the broken parts of my heart still are raw.. The song somehow is the complete story..I would have been true forever, she threw my heart away without even a goodbye
WHEN I HEAR THIS LADS, ME IM 15 YRS. AGAIN, IN MY CROOKED STYLE, IN CHRYSTHAL HALLS, STOPPED TO TALK AWHILE WITH ALL YOU LOVELY LASSES....SOMEBODY SLAP ME, WAKE BEFORE ITS TO LATE AND I FALL IN LOVE AGAIN