She Was Born to Be My Unicorn/Ride a White Swan

Album cover art for "She Was Born to Be My Unicorn/Ride a White Swan" by Gavin Friday

Gavin Friday - Rock, Cover

She Was Born to Be My Unicorn/Ride a White Swan

0 Plays

View ArtistView Album

Lyrics

She was born to be my Unicorn (She was born to be my Unicorn) Robed head of ferns, cat child tutored by the learned (Cat child tutored by the learned) Darkly ghostish host Haggard vizier of the moats Seeks the sandled shores of Gods baby of the moors (She was born to be my Unicorn) The night-mare's mauve mashed mind Sights the visions of the blinds Shoreside stream of steam Cooking kings in cream of scream (Cooking kings in cream of scream) Giants of Inca hill Loosed his boar to gorely kill The dancing one horned waife In doublet of puffin-bill The beast in feast of sound Kittened lamb on God's ground Ridden by the born of horn Jigged like a muse on life's lawn (She was born to be my Unicorn, be my Unicorn) Ride it all out like a bird in the skyways Ride it all out like you were a bird Flyin' all out like an eagle in a sunbeam Ride it all out like you were a bird Wear a tall hat like the druid in the old days Wear a tall hat and a tattooed gown Ride a white swan like the people of the Beltane Wear your hair long, babe, you can't go wrong Catch a bright star and place it on your forehead Say a few spells and baby, there you go Take a black cat and sit it on your shoulder And in the morning you'll know all you know (La-da-ti-di-ta, la-da-ti-di-ta...) Take a black cat and sit it on your shoulder And in the morning you'll know all you know Wear a tall hat like the druid in the old days Wear a tall hat and a tattooed gown Ride a white swan like the people of the Beltane Wear your hair long, babe, you can't go wrong

Rate this song

Rate this song

0/5.0 - 0 Ratings

5
0.0% (0)
4
0.0% (0)
3
0.0% (0)
2
0.0% (0)
1
0.0% (0)

Loading comments...

Credits

Writers
  • Marc Bolan