كار بعدي انتخاب شده از اين آلبوم آهنگ "دِ تاور يا برج" است، اين آهنگ به زيبايي داستان لُردِ خودخواهي را روايت مي كند، كه براي به دست آوردن خواسته هايش دست به هر كاري مي زند! لرُد روزي درجنگل با زنِ زيباروي برخورد مي كند، ... و او را با زور به قلعه ي خودش مي برد، ...
در آخرداستان مرد به خواسته اش نمي رسد و درقلعه ي خود با خيال و روياي آن زن تنها باقي مي ماند.
موسيقي فوق العاده اين اثر كه تلفيقي است از سازه هاي زهي، پيانو و گيتار آكوستيك شنونده را به سفري 5دقيقه اي مي برد.
متن ترانه، لينك هاي دانلود 4شييرد و يوتيوب آن در زير آمده است:
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A great lord came walking through the forest
one morning with a weapon in his hand;
Rich was his castle, he lacked for nothing,
but killing was his plan;
When a white bird flew by she fell from the sky,
Nothing was found, only blood on the ground, she was gone;
Cursing his fortune,
he turned to the forest to kill once again,
And standing before him was a lovely young woman
with her hand hung in pain,
When he saw her his eyes were filled with desire,
He said "I must have her, she must be mine,
She will be mine..."
He offered her silver, he offered her gold,
but she threw it on the ground,
He fell to his knees and he begged her,
"Oh please come with me,
what you wish will be found;"
she said, "Sire, I'll go if you'll put up your bow,
and spare these creatures, leave them in peace,
You have no need..."
But her words were lost in the wind
His eyes were fixed on a queen
And all he saw was a woman
And all she was, was a dream...
Oh oh...And all he saw was a woman, and all she was,
Was a dream...
He took her and bound her with ropes tied around her
to his castle he did ride;
in the wood was a bower where stood an an old tower
and he threw her deep inside;
then the birds left the sky and a terrible cry,
brought thunder and lightning, rain falling down,
Tears on the ground...
All through the days on her face he would gaze,
for she was lovely as the spring; no words would she speak but "Leave them in peace",
and some sad lament she would sing,
Oh one day by the door, through the window he saw
A single white feather lying on the floor.
She was there no more...
Now that great lord is dying,
his cold heart is crying for the love of a girl;
for many an hour he has wept on the Tower
for she meant more than the world;
and once in the sky, a white bird flew by,
he lifted his hands, he cried out in pain
"Come back again..."
But his words were lost in the wind,
His castle was built upon sand,
All he saw was her memory,
And all he yearns is her hand...
Ah ah..All he has, is the memory,
And all he yearns is her hand.
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پاسخحذفTim Gibbons