T. Rex, Evenings of Damask: We need your help!

  • I can comment on it

  • I know the meaning

  • I can review it

  • I can translate it

Skip to video »
Genre not found
Artist not found
Album not found
Song not found
Evenings of Damask
by T. Rex

The evenings of Damask are falling
The youth of truth chest
Feeds a starling
With his heart.

A chosen man begged by the wayside
A horse came soon and died before him
And said eat.

The icy claws of earth are crawling
Upon my baby`s brow and calling
Please come home.

The boy unlike the man was smiling
For gulleys, streams and hills would hide him
Like a swan.

A vagabond, a weaver warrior
Produced a loom, a cheese and chopper
And said choose.

My sandled feet are fleet like water
I kiss the limbs is Earthess daughter
A little tree.

Lyrics © O/B/O APRA/AMCOS

Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
To comment on specific lyrics, highlight them

Latif

on Election by Culture

I cry when I listen to you culture, we love you

Natali

on Zaronit cu na dah by Boris Ostric i Ribari

Super!!!!!!

Thiloshnee Pillay

on One Voice, One Spirit by Praise Africa

Awesome song

DJ kleczkowski

on KILL THIS LOVE by BLACKPINK

love it

Muchui Thambura

on mulosi by Luhya

Nice