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| Pete Atkin sings
The Colours Of The Night by Clive James and Pete Atkin, [Much more at www.peteatkin.com] |
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The frozen rain, the swinging gate The tinge of blood, the hinge of fate An ill wind, and it's getting late But here we stay (Here we stay) And it is death to wait But here we stay Behold the colours of the night The crimson lake, the china white They crackle in their drifting flight They fade away (They fade away) And we are cruelly scarred But here we stay The wall that we were sent to guard Was taller than a man Before this thing began But here we stay Nobody calls the battle lost While we are here to pay the cost Breathing a cloud into the frost For come what may (Come what may) We drink a witches' brew And here we stay Where they are many we are few And poor where they are rich This is the last ditch And here we stay The hymn of hate, the cry of pain The swinging gate, the frozen rain The dawn burns like the brand of Cain And here we stay (Here we stay) But who can count the slain Here we stay (Here we stay) They are the scythe, we are the grain And here we stay Here we stay | |||||
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