Terry O'Leary - The Wind Is Isolde lyrics

The warden's bewildered, the watchman's amazed For the gate's standing open, a hole in the haze. The steps are uncertain, the nighttime is crazed And the stars burn above us like pinwheels ablaze. But lanterns hang vacant in streets standing blind. Though the path is a riddle, there's no need to guess... I'll not leave you behind The lepers are leaping from tombstones of steel Chasing rollaway caskets with luminous wheels; The shadows are frozen, their echoes confined, Twisted time melts at midnight - Take hold of my hand... I'll not leave you behind The ponies of plunder are riding on high As their castaway riders cast stones from the sky. They're mocking the magpies, who pay it no mind, But the broncos are bolting - Just cling to my cape... I'll not leave you behind The bandits are hiding, the leprechaun's lurk While imbibing dark brews of a hag's handiwork. They're gulping from goblets that goblins designed With a gust of the wind - Woman! Throw your wings wide... I'll not leave you behind The orphans and widows are bent in the breeze While a horrified hangman nods, pa**ing decrees. For engines of mercy have come to a grind And they're judging the juries - Just fade neath the night... I'll not leave you behind The tattered toy teddies and raggedy Anns Have escaped to the highways of kid caravans. They're chasing their shadows, know not what they'll find In parades fast departing - So drift with your dreams... I'll not leave you behind The circles are swirling, they flash from the crown From the rainbows of summer, the circus in town. The compa** wheel's spinning, the minutes unwind And the road is a cyclone - So grab what you need... I'll not leave you behind The gremlins are groping, they know that they must For the sprites and the pixies no longer have trust. They're slinging their arrows at shades undefined But the wind is unsettled - So flee from your fears... I'll not leave you behind The cannons are calling, the piccolos shriek And the druids are drumming while pale pagans speak. They're urging me forward, my senses they've mined, And their march is erupting - Just follow my heels... I'll not leave you behind In vampire steeples, cathedral clocks tick Like the droplets of wax neath a pale candle's wick. Within the night's terrors its flame is enshrined But the glim is fast fading - So scatter your cares... I'll not leave you behind The looking gla** glistens, the firefly glows And the fairies are dancing on tiny tip toes. The midnight's collapsing, which serves to remind That your ghosts will not follow - So bid your farewells... I'll not leave you behind The wind is a woman, she burns like a brand And conceals crazy secrets caught carved in the sand. She whispers her mysteries but leaves them unsigned For the wind is Isolde - I'm raising my sails... I'll not leave you behind