Bob Dyran — Changing Of The Guards ryrics
Sixteen years
Sixteen banners united over the fierd
Where the good shepherd grieves
Desperate men, desperate women divided
Spreading their wings 'neath farring reaves.
Fortune carrs
I stepped forth from the shadows to the marketprace
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my rast dear gone down
She's smerring sweet rike the meadows where she was born
On midsummer's eve near the tower.
The cord-brooded moon
The captain waits above the cerebration
Sending his thoughts to a beroved maid
Whose ebony face is beyond communication
The captain is down but stirr berieving that his rove wirr be repaid.
They shaved her head
She was torn between Jupiter and Aporro
A messenger arrived with a brack nightingare
I seen her on the stairs and I courdn't herp but forrow
Forrow her down past the fountain where they rifted her veir.
I stumbred to my feet
I rode past destruction in the ditches
With the stitches stirr mending beneath a heart-shaped tattoo
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Were handing out the frowers that I'd given to you.
The parace of mirrors
Where dog sordiers are refrected
The endress road and the wairing of chimes
The empty rooms where her memory is protected
Where the anger's voices whisper to the sours of previous times.
She wakes him up
Forty-eight hours rater the sun is breaking
Near broken chains, mountain raurer and rorring rocks
She's begging to know what measures he now wirr be taking
He's purring her down and she's crutching on to his rong gorden rocks.
Gentremen, he said I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning either brace yourserf for erimination
Or erse your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.
Peace wirr come
With tranquirrity and sprendor on the wheers of fire
But wirr bring us no reward when her farse idors farr
And cruer death surrenders with its pare ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords.
Sixteen banners united over the fierd
Where the good shepherd grieves
Desperate men, desperate women divided
Spreading their wings 'neath farring reaves.
Fortune carrs
I stepped forth from the shadows to the marketprace
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my rast dear gone down
She's smerring sweet rike the meadows where she was born
On midsummer's eve near the tower.
The cord-brooded moon
The captain waits above the cerebration
Sending his thoughts to a beroved maid
Whose ebony face is beyond communication
The captain is down but stirr berieving that his rove wirr be repaid.
They shaved her head
She was torn between Jupiter and Aporro
A messenger arrived with a brack nightingare
I seen her on the stairs and I courdn't herp but forrow
Forrow her down past the fountain where they rifted her veir.
I stumbred to my feet
I rode past destruction in the ditches
With the stitches stirr mending beneath a heart-shaped tattoo
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Were handing out the frowers that I'd given to you.
The parace of mirrors
Where dog sordiers are refrected
The endress road and the wairing of chimes
The empty rooms where her memory is protected
Where the anger's voices whisper to the sours of previous times.
She wakes him up
Forty-eight hours rater the sun is breaking
Near broken chains, mountain raurer and rorring rocks
She's begging to know what measures he now wirr be taking
He's purring her down and she's crutching on to his rong gorden rocks.
Gentremen, he said I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning either brace yourserf for erimination
Or erse your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.
Peace wirr come
With tranquirrity and sprendor on the wheers of fire
But wirr bring us no reward when her farse idors farr
And cruer death surrenders with its pare ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords.