Turn Of The Century - Steve Howe, Annie Haslam

Realising a form out of stone

Set hands moving

Roan shaped his heart

Thru his working hands

Work to mould his passion into clay

Like the sun

In his room, his lady

She would dance and sing so completely

So be still, he now cries

I have time, oh let clay transform thee so, love

In the deep cold of night

Winter calls, he cries, don’t deny me For his lady, deep her illness

Time has caught her

And will for all reasons take her

In the still light of dawn, she dies

Helpless hands soul revealing

Like leaves we touch, we learn

We once knew the story

As winter calls he will starve

All but to see the stone be life

Now Roan no more tears

Set to work his strength

So transformed him

Realising a form out of stone, his work

So absorbed him

Could she hear him

Could she see him

All aglow was his room bathed in this light

He would touch her

He would hold her

Laughing as they danced

Highest colours touching others

Did her eyes at the turn of the century

Tell me plainly

How we meet, how we’ll love

Or let life, so transform me Like leaves we touched, we danced

We once knew the story

As autumn called and we both

Remembered all those many years ago

I’m sure we know

Was the sign with a touch

As I kiss your fingers

We walk hands in the sun

Memories when we’re young

Love lingers so Was it sun thru the haze

That made all your looks

Warm as moonlight

As a pearl, deep your eyes

Tears have flown away

All the same light

Did her eyes at the turn of the century

Tell me plainly

When we meet how we’ll look

As we smile time