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VERSURI RICK WAKEMAN
| Rick Wakeman - Arthur |
| WHO SO PULLETH OUT THIS
SWORD FROM THIS STONE
AND ANVIL, IS THE TRUE-
BORN KING OF ALL BRITAIN
Upon a New Year's day
A host of knights did pray
That from the anvil one could draw the sword.
As eac |
| Rick Wakeman - Guinevere |
| Love me my Guinevere
In my court, Please be near
While our realm is dying
And brave knights are crying
Stay close by my side.
Lancelot felt no fear
Loved his king's Guinevere
All his love he gave he |
| Rick Wakeman - Lady of the lake |
| An arm clothed in white Samite
>From out the quiet water
I am the lady of the lake
Come take my sword
Wear it by your side. |
| Rick Wakeman - Merlin the magician |
| By Wart the King of Merlin
Struck foot most far before us
His birds and beasts supply our feast
And his feats our glorious chorus.
Never shall man take me hence
But only he by whose side
I ought to h |
| Rick Wakeman - Narration 1 |
| Admiring shades of lava which imperceptibly passed
from reddish
brown to bright yellow, their way lit by crystals
appearing as
lighted globes, they continued through the lava
gallery, which
gently slope |
| Rick Wakeman - Narration 2 |
| The Eastern route they had taken had come to a
dead end. With three
days'walk back to the fork to find Arne
Saknussemm's original
route, they found their water rations were limited
to one day.
Knowing t |
| Rick Wakeman - Narration 3 |
| Replenished with the water the journey continued
with haste, but
somehow they find themselves separated. Professor
Lidenbrook's
nephew Axel found himself alone. His mind was
seized with
unparalleled fea |
| Rick Wakeman - Narration 4 |
| Suddenly the ground disappeared from beneath his
feet. He fell down
a vertical shaft, his head hitting a sharp rock.
Hhe lost
consciousness. On opening his eyes, he found
himself with the
Professor and |
| Rick Wakeman - Narration 7 |
| For four days the storm had raged as they clung to
the mast of
their raft for safety. Finally, with their raft
wrecked after
being bashed against the reefs, they lay sheltered
from the
pouring rain bene |
| Rick Wakeman - Narration 8 |
| Dumb with astonishment and amazement which
bordered on
stupefaction, they fled the forest. Instinctively,
they made
towards the Lidenbrook Sea. Discovering a rusty
dagger on the
beach, and the carved in |
| Rick Wakeman - Recollection |
| Memories of a life on earth go flashing past,
Of home, of Grauben, friends of whom he's seen his
last
Contemplating what his life's been worth,
While trapped beneath the earth,
An embryo at birth
Pain |
| Rick Wakeman - Sir galahad |
| Taken from the castle feast
To an abbey in the East
Three knights stood in pride as one
Lancelot beheld his son.
Arthur's court he bade him come
Galahad his bastard son
Battles soon for him to fight
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| Rick Wakeman - Sir lancelot and the black knight |
| Fight fight fight fight
Excalibur the sword of right
Lancelot you rise a knight
Many quests will soon be fought
To win your place in Arthur's court.
Go to waste land if you dare
Lure the Black Knight |
| Rick Wakeman - The battle |
| Five days out on an infinite sea, they prayed for
calm on an ocean free,
But the surface of the water ws indicating some
disturbance.
The raft was hurled by an unseen source, two
hundred feet, with
frig |
| Rick Wakeman - The forest |
| Journey on through ages gone, to the centre of the
earth
Past rocks of quartz and granite, which gave
mother nature birth
Burial ground of ancient man, his life no more is
seen,
A journey through his ti |
| Rick Wakeman - The journey |
| By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our journey
starts
Two men incensed by one man's journey from the
past
In Iceland, where the mountain stood with pride
They set off with their guide
To reach the mou |
| Rick Wakeman - The last battle |
| Gone are the days of the knights
Of the Round Table and fights
Gallant men softly crying
Brave armies dying
The last battle soon to be lost.
Hearing of great civil war
Saxons to Britain did pour
>Fr |
| Rick Wakeman - The lost cycle |
| The spaceman came from time unknown
His knowledge way ahead of man
To seek the cycle starting here
The evolution plan
Each day he watched the world evolve
Eternal life for him to prove
Watching man |
| Rick Wakeman - The prisoner |
| The shadow of the noose grew long
A sun dial of the time
The prisoner had left to live
A self inflicted crime
To pay with death for pain he gave
To those he soon will meet
The rope hung loosely round |
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