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 CHRIS DE BURGH - The Tower Lyrics

A great lord came walking through the forest
one morning with a weapon in his hand
Rich was his castle, he lacked for nothing,
but killing was his plan
When a white bird flew by she fell from the sky,
Nothing was found, only blood on the ground, she was gone

Cursing his fortune,
he turned to the forest to kill once again,
And standing before him was a lovely young woman
with her hand hung in pain,
When he saw her his eyes were filled with desire,
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He said I must have her, she must be mine,
She will be mine

He offered her silver, he offered her gold,
but she threw it on the ground,
He fell to his knees and he begged her,
Oh please come with me,
what you wish will be found
she said, Sire, I'll go if you'll put up your bow,
and spare these creatures, leave them in peace,
You have no need

But her words were lost in the wind
His eyes were fixed on a queen
And all he saw was a woman
And all she was, was a dream
Oh ohAnd all he saw was a woman, and all she was,
Was a dream

He took her and bound her with ropes tied around her
to his castle he did ride
in the wood was a bower where stood an an old tower
and he threw her deep inside
then the birds left the sky and a terrible cry,
brought thunder and lightning, rain falling down,
Tears on the ground

All through the days on her face he would gaze,
for she was lovely as the spring
no words would she speaketh but Leave them in peace,
and some sad lament she would sing,
Oh one day by the door, through the window he saw
A single white feather lying on the floor.
She was there no more

Now that great lord is dying,
his cold heart is crying for the love of a girl
for many an hour he has wept on the Tower
for she meant more than the world
and once in the sky, a white bird flew by,
he lifted his hands, he cried out in pain
Come back again

But his words were lost in the wind,
His castle was built upon sand,
All he saw was her memory,
And all he yearns is her hand
Ah ah..All he has, is the memory,
And all he yearns is her hand.