Bruce Hornsby - Lady With A Fan (Live) lyrics

Let my inspiration flow in token rhyme, suggesting rhythm That will not forsake you, till my tale is told and done While the firelight's aglow, strange shadows in the flames will grow Till things we've never seen will seem familiar Shadows of a sailor, forming winds both foul and fair all swarm In Carlisle, he loved a lady many years ago Here beside him stands a man, a soldier by the looks of him Who came through many fights, who lost in love While the story teller speaks, a door within the fire creaks And suddenly flies open and a girl is standing there Eyes alight with glowing hair, all that fancy paints as fair Takes her fan and throws it to the lion's den Which of you to gain me, tell, will risk uncertain pains of hell I will not forgive you if you will not take the chance Soldier gave at least a try, soldier being much too wise Strategy was his strength and not disaster The sailor, coming out again, the lady fairly leapt at him That's how it stands today, you decide if he was wise The story teller makes no choice, soon you will not hear his voice His job is to shed light and not to master, not to master