Bob Johnson - Pete Knight - Too Much Magic - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

It was while Alveric searched for Lirazel that all manner of things slipped through the border, and in Erl that had sighed for magic, there was indeed magic now, and a fear settled on Erl.

There's imps up in the lumber loft,

The trolls are in the stables

Goblins hiding under the bed

While we hide under the tables.

Faces at the windows,

Horrible flickering lights

And things that chase us down the road

If we go out at night.

Chorus (after each verse):

Magic, magic everywhere,

Magic in the very air

Elfin horns are blowing, there is

Too much magic.

We dare not go a-wandering

For fear of what the night may bring

A curse upon all elvish things,

Too much magic.

There's many a creature of fable,

Many a monster of myth

Crept through the elfin border,

To see the will-o-the wisp.

And every time we go to bed,

We pray the Lord will keep

us from the dark unearthly things

As we lie in our sleep

Yesterday upon the stair,

Once again today,

I saw a goblin crouching there

I wish he'd go away

Down the streets of tile and thatch

The faery army creeps

We sowed the seed of discontent and

discontent we reap ...

A Villager, Derek Brimstone

Drums, Tony Newman

Bass, Herbie Flowers

Acoustic guitars, Bob Johnson

Glockenspiel, piano, Peter Knight

Children of Erl, Gayhurst Junior School Choir