Roy Harper – Me And My Woman

I never know what kind of day it is on my battlefield of ideals
But the way she touches and the way it feels, must be just how it eals
But it’s got a little better since I let her sundance
 
I never know what time of year it is living on the top of the fire
But the robin outside has to hunt and hide in the cold and frosty shire
Ah but he knows just what goes in between his cold toes and his warm ears
And he’s got no disguise in his eyes for his love as she nears
 
He spreads her a shelter
She takes the tall skies
As they helter skelter
Along the same sighs
 
She wakes my days with a glad face
She fakes and says I’m a hard case
She makes and plays like a bad ace
Carrying my ways into scarred space
And she knows well
Ah but what the hell
Only time can tell, where we’re going to
 
Me and my woman
 
And the Lord speaks out and the pigpens fawn
The sword slides out and the nations mourn
The hoard strides out and the chosen spawn
The devil rides out and the heavens yawn
And he knows me well
Only time can tell, only time can tell, where we’re going to
 
Me and my woman
 
What a lovely day
What a day to play at living
What a mess we make
What a trust we break
Not giving our wings to our children
O how we fail them
O how we nail them
 
Sunset my colour
And king is my name
Darkness my lover
And we live in shame
Too far away
From the light of the day
And so near, and so here
 
Can I break through the silence that has taken my place
On the plains of the morning that i just could not face
 
Asking you these questions
Telling you these lies
Enveloping directions
Developing disguise
Open to suggestions
But closed to all my eyes
 
Dead on arrival, right where I stand
 
Space is just an ashtray
Flesh is my best wheel
The atmosphere’s my highway
And the lanscape’s my next meal
I need my own Good Friday
And I’m trying my best to fix the deal
 
Dead on arrival, right where I stand
 
I am the new crowned landlord
Of all beneath my star
Queueing up for doomsday
In my homesick motorcar
Born before my mother
Died before my ‘pa
 
Dead on arrival, right where I stand
 
And the cuckoo she moves through the dawn fanfare
The dew leaves the rooves in the magic air
I feel a finger running through my nightmares lair
I feel most together with my nowhere stare
And you know me well
Ah but what the hell
Only time can tell, where I’m going to
 
Me and my woman
 
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