Listen to True Blue by Richard Charles Stevens (Avalon Suite)

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Holding hands and making plans
Breaking waves on golden sands
Taking us to stolen lands
Each sad song an open hand
.
Holding hands and making plans
Breaking waves on golden sands
Taking us to stolen lands
Each sad song an open hand
.
True blue
(True blue)
True blue
(True blue)
True blue
(True blue)
(True blue)
Each sad song an open hand
.
Sad songs used to make me blue
Long gone hands once turned the screw
Shut away from common view
These tears I wept of solemn hue
The world it knows not what to do with certain trees of differed bloom
Contrary sap comes seeping through their twisting knots like bitter glue
Eventually they bid adieu to head off down an avenue that parted whence the Fall breeze calmly blew
Then once storm clouds crept into view
My heart felt eased remarkably and grew
(My heart felt eased remarkably and grew)
My heart felt eased remarkably and grew
.
Hearts break in so many ways
Serenades are waved away
Best laid plans disintegrate
Passing ships they sail away
It’s either sink or breakaway
Before our best selves drain away
But even though we wipe clean slates
Some sleeping dogs remain awake
.
Holding hands and making plans
Breaking waves on golden sands
Taking us to stolen lands
Each sad song an open hand
.
Holding hands and making plans
Breaking waves on golden sands
Taking us to stolen lands
Each sad song an open hand
.
Now each time I cried for you
Sad songs no longer made me blue
Indeed they acted prudently
And didn’t simply humour me
You see our ingenuity
Spoke second tongue most fluently
Sat me down and tutored me
On how hearts beat anew
.
Evergreen when charmed to pass true blue
Evergreen when charmed to pass true blue
Evergreen when charmed to pass true blue
My viscera be charmed embalmed with you
(Open hand)
.
Have died for you a thousand times
And sad songs mourn me beautifully
Aside from you a thousand lives adored
Remind of jubilee
You bury me as I do thee
Most verily we’re smiling
I guess then that would be the key to dying
(Flying)
.
Each serenade I dedicate
Retraces steps
In gentle rain
To fresh terrain
Hydrated by excess
I gain with you
Glorified be thy fine name
No less divine
My eyes remain
Fixated on the prize
Of my true blue
.
Each serenade I dedicate
Retraces steps
In gentle rain
To fresh terrain
Hydrated by excess
I gain with you
Glorified be thy fine name
No less divine
My eyes remain
Fixated on the prize
Of my true blue
(Open hand)
.
Holding hands and making plans
Breaking waves on golden sands
Taking us to stolen lands
Each sad song an open hand
.
Holding hands and making plans
(Open hand)
Breaking waves on golden sands
(Open hand)
Taking us to stolen lands
(Open hand)
Each sad song an open hand
.
True blue
(Open hand)
True blue
(Open hand)
True blue
(Open hand)
True blue
.
True blue
.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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