Words & Music by Marc Bolan
Recorded by Tyrannosaurus Rex, 1970
Dragon's ear and druid's spear,
Protects you while the *Dworns are here.
The winds of wrath that chill colder the cloth,
That would strapes her shape from the fangs of fear.
I love you my love,
Please taketh this heart which I bear.
O heal my sorrow.
Weareth my arms like a charm,
Through the dales of your doom.
Dragon's ear and druid's spear,
Protects you while the Dworns are here.
The winds of wrath that chill colder the cloth,
That would strapes her shape from the fangs of fear.
Our lives are merely trees of possibilities.
Wait wait while the witch with a smile,
Has got a dagger on her lip,
Black cat sitting on my shoulder and I'm glad.
Wait wait while the witch with a smile,
Has got a dagger on her lip,
Sweet little girl head full of curls, ah-ha.
Black cat sitting on my shoulder and I'm glad.
Black cat sitting on my shoulder and I'm glad.
Black cat sitting on my shoulder and I'm glad.
(*DWORN - Machinery of war, a bronze frame
With wheels of white ivory and the horns of a gazelle for steering,
So sayeth Agadinmar.)
Writer(s): Marc Bolan
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