Rupert Hine

Rupert Hine - Anvils In Five lyrics

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That move toward a point sublime
Each in its turn each turn in time
First one before then one behind

We lift the bell across the chime
The watcher sees with watchman eyes
Each in its turn each turn in time
First one before then one behind

We shield the soul with faces cold
To feed the young we eat the old
Each in its turn each turn in time
First one before then one behind

The grave is waste hear people cry
As peeling lips they wait to die
Each in its turn each turn in time
First one before then one behind

         The point is named
        where hands combine
             eternally
            doubtfully
               zero
             linger on
         longer than known

What Pagan Jester planned our lives
And laid our heads on anvils five
Who civilised the fateful line
Between the point where hands combine
You've reached your turn
You're next in line
Step up my friend
I am behind...

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Lyric: David MacIver
Music: Rupert Hine & Simon Jeffes

Orchestra: The Martyn Ford Anvil Orchestra & Quartet
Linger on: The Anvil Chorus
Church Organ: Rupert Hine
Conductor: Gilbert Biberian
Orchestration: Simon Jeffes

There is an anvil for each sense
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Author: ?

Composer: Rupert Hine, Simon Jeffes

Publisher: Purple Records

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Released in: 1973

Language: English

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