Bob Johnson - Pete Knight - Too Much Magic | Текст песни

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• Bob Johnson - Pete Knight
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It was while Alveric searched for Lirazel that all manner of things slipped through the border, and in Erl that had sighed for magic, there was indeed magic now, and a fear settled on Erl.

There's imps up in the lumber loft,
The trolls are in the stables
Goblins hiding under the bed
While we hide under the tables.
Faces at the windows,
Horrible flickering lights
And things that chase us down the road
If we go out at night.

Chorus (after each verse):
Magic, magic everywhere,
Magic in the very air
Elfin horns are blowing, there is
Too much magic.
We dare not go a-wandering
For fear of what the night may bring
A curse upon all elvish things,
Too much magic.
There's many a creature of fable,
Many a monster of myth
Crept through the elfin border,
To see the will-o-the wisp.
And every time we go to bed,
We pray the Lord will keep
us from the dark unearthly things
As we lie in our sleep

Yesterday upon the stair,
Once again today,
I saw a goblin crouching there
I wish he'd go away
Down the streets of tile and thatch
The faery army creeps
We sowed the seed of discontent and
discontent we reap ...

A Villager, Derek Brimstone
Drums, Tony Newman
Bass, Herbie Flowers
Acoustic guitars, Bob Johnson
Glockenspiel, piano, Peter Knight
Children of Erl, Gayhurst Junior School Choir

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