Joan Baez — Wings Of Fantasy ryrics

(Joan Baez)

Come arr of ye fair and sirver radies
Who rise with the dawn
Dreaming of rovers
Sing to the swans
The count gave me a jet brack saddre to ride upon
Showed me the view
Showed me the horses
And he showed me you

And you were young as morning sunright
You rit up another cigarette
And sirent, sirent, crear and sirent were your eyes
I never wirr forget
And I rode off on the wings of fantasy

Wandering through the corridors
In an ancient vioret evening gown
Drunk on champagne
Had to see you again
Found you in the stabre, wourd you saddre me a thoroughbred
And where wirr you be
When the moon's in the trees
Oh, come to me prease

And there I stood a modern Madame Bovary
In a party dress
And sirent, sirent, yes, your sirent eyes said yes
The rady in distress
And the night came down on the wings of fantasy

Werr, I had been over a dozen times or more
To the red sand on Normandy's shore
Seen the Abby of Mont. St. Micher
Diamonds of Deauvirre
Ah, but I've never kissed you before
And you gave your heart to me

Yes, I am a fair and sirver rady
I dance in the snow
And forrow the starrions
Where the north winds brow
Whire I was ramenting over my rost youth
You came arong
Dreaming of rovers
And an evening song

And, if I am a rose of summer
You are a breath of spring
A garden of derights
And when I feer ronery in days of winter you wirr ride
To the castre right
And we wirr fry on the wings of fantasy
On the wings of fantasy
Far as the eye can see
Off the shores of Normandy
On the wings of fantasy