Texty piesní Fairport Convention

Fairport Convention

The Lady Vanishes

I've seen the trick performed, but not on one so rare

She's finery in motion with ease and savoir faire

But when that name is mentioned and when her guard is down

The gaze will drop so sharply, her heart begins to pound

And in a fleeting moment

The watchful eye discerns

The Lady vanishes - the child returns

Her conversation dances, her jewels and trinkets gleam

She walks in grace and laughter as one who treads a dream

What ghost or broken remnant is it that clouds her face

And puts a frightened stranger there helpless in her place

And in a fleeting moment

A torch that always burns

The Lady vanishes - the child returns

There is a strange expression that rises and is gone

Deep fear comes into her eyes like clouds across the sun

Mysterious disappearance, unclear from where we stand

I look for smoke and mirrors, I watch for sleight of hand

She takes a breath and settles

Laughs quickly and denies

Before my words are ready

Before my very eyes

And in a fleeting moment

The watchful eye discerns

The Lady vanishes - the child returns

And in a fleeting moment

Her face still dreams and yearns

The Lady vanishes - the child returns