Eight Frames a Second-Ralph McTell

[ti:Eight Frames a Second] [ar:Ralph McTell] [al:Folk Collection] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Eight Frames a Second - Ralph McTell [00:41.10]She comes riding early in the morning around [00:46.97] [00:48.11]About four to seven [00:50.57] [00:53.65]No one's ever out at that hour [00:57.85] [01:00.66]With eyes that see her [01:03.32]Touch the morning flowers secretly [01:06.20] [01:10.33]And the leaves slow their comotion [01:15.08] [01:20.62]And the great trees gently sway [01:24.09] [01:25.77]Like an ocean on a still day [01:30.01] [01:31.12]And raise in praise their arms to the sun [01:36.80] [01:41.67]Who announces the day has begun [01:46.29] [01:48.52]At eight frames a second [01:51.28] [01:52.16]Velvety shadows in misty meadows [01:56.72]Are changing colours so softly [02:01.20] [02:04.30]With care the sun puts colour in his drawing [02:08.56] [02:12.84]And rises to inspect his masterpiece this morning [02:17.19] [02:17.70]So perfect [02:18.78] [02:22.87]And as she rides send gold and silver miles [02:28.17] [02:33.69]Only the sun is sure [02:36.38] [02:38.22]What it is that she smiles for [02:43.00] [02:43.58]She leaves with no sign of what she has done [02:49.26] [02:54.22]Though her morning rise known by everyone [03:00.28] [03:01.26]I'll tell you her name and it's dawn