Magdalen - Anthony Phillips

She takes the morning air

She take the utmost care

She’s very good

She sets the flowers aright

She gives the birds their flight

She’s very good — she’s very good to me

Westminster strolling

Battersea rolling by

And in the night you will find her

At her easel drawing

Ducks and drakes

Cathedral eyes

She is one of the best

You can be sure of it

Magdalen of the misty eyes

You didn’t think I’d lose you again

Magdalen sees the shifting skies

Her majesty makes mighty of men

Magdalen’s gone to Edinburgh spires

And she’s holding your life in her hands — in her hands

Who holds the world outside?

Who stills the rising tide?

She’s very good

Who weaves the stars display?

Who seals the dwindling day?

She’s very good — she’s very good to me

Oxford bells ringing

Phantom choirs singing

Magdalen, of the misty eyes

The world is waiting at behest

Magdalen sees the shifting skies

And old St. Ives stands firm in the West

Magdalen’s gone to Edinburgh spires

And she’s holding your life in her hands

Holding your life in her hands — In her hands

We watch the Autumn glow

We take the evening slow

It’s very good

We hear the vespers rung

And night’s web deftly spun

It’s very good, it’s very good that she

Sleepy car stories

Lighthouse lives

Gulls crying «storm»!

And in the night you will find her

In the Sistine chapel

Looking down

Cathedral mind

She was here from the start

She has seen all of it…

Magdalen of the misty eyes

You didn’t think I’d lose you again

Magdalen sees the shifting skies

Her majesty makes mighty of men

Magdalen’s gone to Edinburgh spires

And she’s holding your life in her hands — in her hands

And she’s holding your life in her hand

Holding our lives in her hands, in her hands