How did he come here ?
Who gave him the key ?
It slipped into his hands
So secretly
And who put the colour
Like lines on his face
And brought him here
To a pagan place ?
Who shot his arrow ?
How high did it fly ?
When he tipped it with poison
Did he even know why ?
What unseen hand
Brought him face to face to face to face
With all this and more
In a pagan place ?
Come into my parlour
Sail in at my shore
Drink my soul dry
- there is always more
Fly on my carpet
Look into my face
And see the heart of man
In a Pagan
London - Ayr night train May 1983
On "A Pagan Place" and "The Secret Life Of The Waterboys"
Writer(s): Michael Scott
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