Eight Frames A Second-Ralph McTell

[ti:Eight Frames A Second] [ar:Ralph McTell] [al:Streets Of London - Best Of] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Eight Frames A Second - Ralph McTell [00:41.87]She comes riding early in the morning [00:45.87] [00:48.50]About four to seven [00:50.29] [00:54.21]No one's ever out at that hour [00:57.94] [01:01.03]With eyes that see her [01:03.68]Touch the morning flowers secretly [01:06.16] [01:10.68]And the leaves slow their comotion [01:15.53] [01:20.92]And the great trees gently sway [01:24.02] [01:25.99]Like an ocean on a still day [01:30.53] [01:31.45]And raise in praise their arms to the sun [01:37.03] [01:41.99]Who announces the day has begun [01:46.44] [01:48.85]At eight frames a second [01:51.17] [01:52.54]Velvety shadows in misty meadows [01:56.34] [01:56.94]Are changing colours so softly [02:01.42] [02:04.81]With care the sun puts colour in his drawing [02:09.28] [02:13.30]And rises to inspect his masterpiece this morning [02:17.81] [02:18.37]So perfect [02:19.25] [02:23.37]And as she rides the gold and silver miles [02:28.60] [02:34.05]Only the sun is sure [02:36.72] [02:38.64]What it is that she smiles for [02:43.09] [02:43.99]She leaves with no sign of what she has done [02:49.76] [02:54.60]Though her morning rise known by everyone [03:00.42] [03:01.45]I'll tell you her name and it's Dawn