|Lyrics:||Lady With a Fan/Terrapin Station/Terrapin/Terrapin Transit/At a Siding/Terrapin|
Terrapin Station - Lady With a Fan
Let my inspiration flow in
token rhyme, suggesting rhythm,
That will not forsake you, till my tale is told and
While the firelight's aglow, strange shadows from the flames will grow,
we've never seen will seem familiar.
Shadows of a sailor, forming winds both foul and
fair all swarm.
Down in Carlisle, he loved a lady many years ago.
Here beside him stands a
man, a soldier from the looks of him,
Who came through many fights, but lost at
While the story teller speaks, a door within the fire creaks;
open, and a girl is standing there.
Eyes alight, with glowing hair, all that fancy paints as
She takes her fan and throws it, in the lion's den.
Which of you to gain me,
tell, will risk uncertain pains of hell?
I will not forgive you if you will not take the
The sailor gave at least a try, the soldier being much too wise,
Strategy was his
strength, and not disaster.
The sailor, coming out again, the lady fairly leapt at
That's how it stands today. You decide if he was wise.
The story teller makes no
choice. Soon you will not hear his voice.
His job is to shed light, and not to
Since the end is never told, we pay the teller off in gold,
In hopes he will
return, but he cannot be bought or sold.
Inspiration, move me
brightly. Light the song with sense and color;
Hold away despair, more than this I will not
Faced with mysteries dark and vast, statements just seem vain at last.
some fall, some climb, to get to Terrapin.
Counting stars by candlelight, all are dim but
one is bright;
The spiral light of Venus, rising first and shining best,
On, from the
northwest corner, of a brand new crescent moon,
While crickets and cicadas sing, a rare and
In the shadow of the moon, Terrapin
And I know we'll get there soon, Terrapin Station.
I can't figure out, Terrapin,
if it's the end or beginning, Terrapin,
But the train's put it's brakes on, Terrapin,
the whistle is screaming, TERRAPIN.
Terrapin Station - At the Siding
were gone, these faces filled with darkness.
The obvious was hidden. With nothing to believe
Sullen wings of fortune beat like rain.
You're back in Terrapin for good or ill
again, for good or ill again