Bob Johnson - Pete Knight - Lirazel
текст песни

So the old Lord summoned his son, Alveric, and said to him, “Go from here eastwards and pass the fields we know, till you see the lands that clearly pertain to Faery; and cross their boundary, which is made of twilight, and come to that palace that is only told of in song.”

“It is far from here,” said the young man Alveric.

“Yes,” answered he, “it is far.”

“What do you bid me do,” said the son, “when I come to that palace?”

And his father said, “To wed the King of Elfland's daughter. Her name is Lirazel, she is a princess of the magic line.”

Music from the wind and trees,
And breezes through the moss and grass,
At last the dance should soon begin in Elfland.
Buttercups that hide in shade
Have kissed the blade of grass they passed
The toadstool feels afool, he has his hat on.

Bouncing, prancing, foolish dancing,
Trolls decide to run and hide
Then back to back, they're back again bewildered
Without delay, it's light to play
To turn about and twist and shout
Hand in hand, the trolls resist an Elf-call.

The trolls are all dancing to their melody, so ugly,
Falling all over themselves,
Thinking themselves to be devilish elves.
The soldiers of Elfland are standing at ease, easy to please
Watching the trolls fall asleep,
I ask them all to get back on their feet.

Music comes from everywhere,
The earth below, the glow from worms
That turn in time to chiming fairy acorns.
Dandelions, pretty heather,
Stand together proud to share
The air that sings the music that it brings us.

Travellers from far unknown
Have blown the shells of twilight blue,
I think they knew full well we would be dancing.
A troll decides to wake as fairy
Winds pretend that they are things
And make the trolls a dancing tune to prance to.

And soon all the trolls are awake, devilish, all gibberish
Asking the soldiers to dance with them, prance with them,
Beat on their drums to the dance of the day
Thousands of creatures are clapping and laughing
The elves and the goblins join with us, sing with us
Brighter the wind as the fiddlers play.

Lirazel, Mary Hopkin
Drums, percussion, Nigel Pegrum
Acoustic guitars, Bob Johnson
Autoharp, synthesiser, Peter Knight
Bass, Herbie Flowers
Percussion, Ray Cooper