Michael Stanley - Poets' Day lyrics

Stanley No one in the castle The lights have all gone dead One light in the tower on Shining just for him Crumpled reams of paper Lying on the floor Lines that die so slowly Victims of the war... Give your rhymes to me Sing your songs for them And we'll pray for A poets' day Sheltered in his hideaway The candle's bringing light Old man crowd the daytime While children hold the night Still they think him crazy Putting words in rhyme Not stopping if he wanted to Never is the time... Give your rhymes to me Sing your songs for them And we'll pray for A poets' day As the nights grow shorter And the days grow long Words that once came easy Now singing off key songs Now and then some children Put it to a rhyme And the poets' darkness Brightens up the time... Give your rhymes to me Sing your songs for them And we'll pray for And we'll save for And we'll slave for A poets' day A poets' day A poets' day Pray for (Pray for) to fade