Lucy: An Illusion - Anthony Phillips

Now

Now as the sun climbs the hills

Softly she skips on the sand

Daughter of the breeze

Free like the swifts of the sky

I see her

Dim through the panes of my tears

I see her

Then she is here

Mine

Always around me

Mine 'till the morning mist comes

Now

Now that the evening must fall

Weary she sits by the river

Kind winds toss her hair

Free like the swifts of the sky

I see her

Dim through the panes of my tears

I see her

Then she is here

Mine always around me

Her warm touch

Glad to have found me

Days long

Walking my kingdom

Her soft smile

Speaking of freedom

Here mine

Always around me

Her warm touch

Glad to have found me

Days long

Walking my kingdom

Her soft smile

Speaking of freedom

Now

Now

Now that the evening has gone

Deep in a slumber she lies

Golden hair to touch

Free like the swifts of the sky

I see her

Dim through the panes of my tears

I see her

Then she is no more

Than

Just an illusion

Mine 'till the morning mist

Comes