Wind Quartets lyrics
Song information
Artist: Marc Bolan And T. Rex
Album: Prophets Seers ...
Lyrics
The wind quartet howls softly
My jeep hand strokes her necklace
Crusted, crammed with old etruscan gold
Her bird head torn with summer
Inspects a spartan runner
Robbing time a chosen prince of speed
My goblet drenched with autumn
Tears for my dead cat ena
Silver surfer sorcerer of spray
She headed deep in chartreuse
A falcon glimpse of white teeth
Separated by lace cinnamon folds
We hid and rid in hansom
Cab wrenched from lost byzantium
Lordlett who once held the earth in chains