I'm a labyrinth of hopes and fears
Of tears of frustration and of anger
But if you can break through this wall
And search amongst it all
You'll find a man there
Who has a heart of love
Who is afraid of getting jaded
Growing older
Who needs someone to love him
Through life's winter
When the weather grows a little colder
I know I have a darker side
A cruel streak
I'm selfish and demanding
But I'm a man with a vision
It just takes a little understanding
And in my hand
The grains of sand
A thousand million moments of emotion
Oh... these
Oh... these my dreams are yours
I'm a boat well rocked by wave and wind
I've sinned, I'd win
No prizes for perfection
But at best I've given all my all
My shoulder for your tears
And your protection
And if one day I don't wake up
Remember I was good upon reflection
And if they say I was a fool
Be cool, but demand correction
And in my hand
The grains of sand
A thousand million moments of emotion
Oh... these
Oh... these my dreams are yours
You can have my smile my tears
My wishes here's a fortune
To adorn you
I'll whisper in the night to you
Promise to adore and never scorn you
And as we grow a little older
Try to understand more of each other
I will be your golden eye
Your master of illusion
Or just your lover
I'll be a dragonfly, a butterfly
A secret or a little lie to test you
A song a verse a lullaby
A symphony once in a while
To try and impress you
I'll take your heart to the limit
The colours of my joy
My tears to dress you
But sometimes dear
My heart's my own
I don't wish to exclude you or
Distress you
But darling...
And in my hand
The grains of sand
A thousand million moments of emotion
Oh... these
Oh... these my dreams are yoursI travelled among unknown men,
In lands beyond the sea;
Nor, England, did I know 'til then
What love I bore to thee.
'Tis past, that melancholy dream!
Nor will I quit thy shore
A second time; for I still seem
To love thee more and more.
Among thy mountains did I feel
The joy of my desire;
And she I cherished turned her wheel
Beside an English fire.
Thy mornings showed, thy nights concealed
The bowers where Lucy played;
And thine too is the last green field
That Lucy's eyes surveyed.
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:
A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye
Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave and, oh,
The difference to me
A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees -
Rolled round in earth's diurnal course
With rocks, and stones, and trees.