acoustic
demo
finger picking
Lyrics
ESMERALDA DANCES
Trev Teasdel Coventry February 1971
Esmeralda dances
Like a mist upon a crystal ship.
Floating on a night of eternity
so far above me.
and I kneel at her vision
and take her flowers for her pride,
weaving spinning poems
as she tenderly touches my heart with kisses
like mink upon my human skin.
And I tell her that I need her
to bless me with her love,
I take her beads from Ghana
and bring her jewels that sparkle.
Esmerelda, Esmerelda,
Esmerelda dances.
In a gown of cinnamon
against a crimson sky
A cloak of satiny-purple
parasols her thighs.
And she's conscious of her crown
and calls to all her courtiers
who rail to foin my glaik.
Reality rears its its head and paints with a brush
of grey and black.
and warns me not to put
all my jewels in one sack.