Into the Castle of Erl jumped the troll, and bowing low before Lirazel he presented the Elf King's rune. No sooner had she read the rune than fancies from Elfland began to pour over the border. Little queer sounds of Elfin creatures came to her, scents swam from those miraculous flowers that glowed by the lawns she knew, all Elfland was calling. She rose at once, and now Earth had lost on her the grip that it only has on material things.
There passed ten years over the fields we know while Alveric searched for Lirazel, and all the while the King of Elfland watched, for he knew by magic when Alveric's sword drew near. It had troubled his kingdom once and he knew well the flavour of thunderbolt iron when he felt it loom on the air. From this he had withdrawn his frontiers far, leaving a space that to cross would weary the comer. But when Alveric was far to the north, the Elf King loosened his grip, and Elfland came racing back as the tide over flat sands ...
Masters of poetry know how to say it, And maybe a wise man knows what it means. Judas they say is the man to betray it. Love is the word but the meaning is feeling the love, The love I feel for her.
Love is a friend when your love is beside you, But love shows no mercy when you're all alone, Love is a princess, a princess from Elfland. Love is the word but the meaning is feeling the love, The love I feel for her.
Chorus: Just another day of searching, up and down, Will tomorrow bring me sorrow? Will it bring me Just another day of searching? How can a poet describe what I'm feeling And how can the wise man comfort me now? It's only my own heart that yearns for my princess The love is mine, and the feeling is mine in a word, And the word it is love.
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Alveric, Frankie Miller Drums, Kenny Clarc Bass, Herbie Flowers Electric piano, Peter Knight Strings quartet, The Maggins String Quartet Vocals, Barry St John, Liza Strike, Vicky Brown