Me And My Woman-Roy Harper

Me And My Woman - Roy Harper I never know what kind of day it is on my battlefield of ideals But the way she touches and the way it feels, must be just how it heals Ah but it's got a little better since I let her sundance I never know what time of year it is living on top of the fire But the robin outside has to hunt and hide in the cold frosty shire Ah but he knows just what goes in between his cold toes and his warm ears And he's got no disguise in his eyes for his love as she nears He spreads her a shelter She takes the tall skies As they helter skelter Along the same sighs And she wakes my days with a glad face She fakes and says I'm a hard case She makes and plays like a bad ace Carrying my ways into scarred space And she knows me well Ah but what the hell Only time can tell, where we're going to Me and my woman Me and my little woman And the Lord speaks out and the pigpens fawn The sword slides out and the nations mourn The hoard strides out and the chosen spawn The devil rides out and the heavens yawn And he knows me well Ah but what the hell Only time can tell, where we're going to Me and my woman Me and my woman Me and my little woman What a lovely day What a day to play at living What a mess we make What a trust we break Not giving our wings to our children O how we fail them O how we nail them Sunset my colour And king is my name Darkness she's my lover And we live in shame Too far away From the light of the day And so near, and so near here Can i break through the silence that has taken my place On the plains of the morning that i just could not face Asking you these questions Telling you these lies Enveloping directions Developing disguise Open to suggestions But closed to all my eyes Dead on arrival, right where I stand Dead on arrival, right where I stand Dead on arrival, right where I stand Space is just an ashtray Flesh is my best wheel The atmosphere's my highway And the landscape's my next meal I need my own Good Friday And I'm trying my best to fix the deal Dead on arrival, right where I stand Dead on arrival, right where I stand Dead on arrival, right where I stand Dead on arrival, right where I stand I am the new crowned landlord Of all beneath my star Queuing up for doomsday In my homesick motor car Born before my mother Died before my Pa Dead on arrival, right where I stand Dead on arrival, right where I stand Dead on arrival, right where I stand Dead on arrival, right where I stand The cuckoo, she moves through the dawn fanfare The dew leaves the rooves in the magic air Feel a finger running through my nightmares lair Feel most together with my nowhere stare And you know me well Ah but what the hell Only time can tell, where am I going to Me and my woman Me and my little woman Me and my woman Me and my little woman