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The Elf
Al Stewart - The Elf
I sat upon the evening hill
the shadows set
the night grew still
And as I sat guitar on knee
a voice of flowers called to me
sing, sing to me your song
sing, for I belong to the night
In the grey morning light I'll be gone
I turned with eyes that strained for sight
and there amid the failing light
dimly saw a figure small
heard a voice of magic call
sing, sing to me your song
sing, for I belong to the night
In the grey morning light I'll be gone
My fumbling fingers found the chords
My trembleing lips fought for the words
I stopped to ask the stranger how
He softly said no questions now
sing, sing to me your song
sing, for I belong to the night
In the grey morning light I'll be gone
Then with the magic of the elves
My fingers danced among themselves
A heart with lightness thus endowed
Formed melodies I know not how
Song played the whole night long
Thus he danced and laughed through the night
and with grey morning light he was gone
Now the whispering wind plays o'r the hill
And the evening sounds again grow still
A year or more has passed since then
Oh, he will not pass my way again
So I sing, sing to you my song
Sing for I belong to the night
In the grey morning light I'll be gone
Repeat 3x (fade)
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Repeat 3x (fade)
In the grey morning light I'll be gone
Sing for I belong to the night
So I sing, sing to you my song
Oh, he will not pass my way again
A year or more has passed since then
And the evening sounds again grow still
Now the whispering wind plays o'r the hill
and with grey morning light he was gone
Thus he danced and laughed through the night
Song played the whole night long
Formed melodies I know not how
A heart with lightness thus endowed
My fingers danced among themselves
Then with the magic of the elves
In the grey morning light I'll be gone
sing, for I belong to the night
sing, sing to me your song
He softly said no questions now
I stopped to ask the stranger how
My trembleing lips fought for the words
My fumbling fingers found the chords
In the grey morning light I'll be gone
sing, for I belong to the night
sing, sing to me your song
heard a voice of magic call
dimly saw a figure small
and there amid the failing light
I turned with eyes that strained for sight
In the grey morning light I'll be gone
sing, for I belong to the night
sing, sing to me your song
a voice of flowers called to me
And as I sat guitar on knee
the night grew still
the shadows set
I sat upon the evening hill
Al Stewart - The Elf
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| TThe EElf |
| he lf |
| hTe lEf |
| fhe slf |
| fThe sElf |
| Tfhe Eslf |
| 5he 3lf |
| 5The 3Elf |
| T5he E3lf |
| hhe flf |
| hThe fElf |
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| Thhe Eflf |
| yhe rlf |
| yThe rElf |
| Tyhe Erlf |
| 6he 4lf |
| 6The 4Elf |
| T6he E4lf |
| ghe dlf |
| gThe dElf |
| Tghe Edlf |
| rhe wlf |
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| rThe wElf |
| Trhe Ewlf |
| Ellf |
| Te Ef |
| Teh Efl |
| Tje Ekf |
| Tjhe Eklf |
| Thje Elkf |
| Tue Eof |
| Tuhe Eolf |
| Thue Elof |
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