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This is about a knight that is going through some problems with his queen trying to get more horses for his men.
My dad, Bill Sr
Made that sword in the picture.
When he was alive he made hundreds of copper metal sculptures out of copper shower pans that him and I used to tear out in shower tile installations. He was also a tile contractor - installer. He would make elaborate ship galleons, the Errol Flynn
kind, very rustic and highly original
His house just were covered with these gems. The sword in the picture is covered with some rust, so I touched up the blade part a bit with Photoshop.
My dad, Bill Sr
Made that sword in the picture.
When he was alive he made hundreds of copper metal sculptures out of copper shower pans that him and I used to tear out in shower tile installations. He was also a tile contractor - installer. He would make elaborate ship galleons, the Errol Flynn
kind, very rustic and highly original
His house just were covered with these gems. The sword in the picture is covered with some rust, so I touched up the blade part a bit with Photoshop.
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Lyrics
Lockwood
My fair lady
I kneel at thy feet
My men are bloodied from battle
My great white horses are weary
Over in Lockwood we set the soldiers free
We escape with more for thee
Your daughter home
Our horses are few
We need more to bring the rest back
To you, to you, home back to you
My queen I beseach thee
Please bring home younder horses
Though knowest we need them
Take heed for we are few in number
Lead
Across green meadows
Of uncharted ground
My maiden was tied and she was bound
Brought your daughter home
Our hourses are few
The rest need to come back to you
To you, to you, back home to you
My fair lady
I kneel at thy feet
My meen are blooded from battle
Our great white horses are weary
Words by Bill Furner
Copyright 2005
My fair lady
I kneel at thy feet
My men are bloodied from battle
My great white horses are weary
Over in Lockwood we set the soldiers free
We escape with more for thee
Your daughter home
Our horses are few
We need more to bring the rest back
To you, to you, home back to you
My queen I beseach thee
Please bring home younder horses
Though knowest we need them
Take heed for we are few in number
Lead
Across green meadows
Of uncharted ground
My maiden was tied and she was bound
Brought your daughter home
Our hourses are few
The rest need to come back to you
To you, to you, back home to you
My fair lady
I kneel at thy feet
My meen are blooded from battle
Our great white horses are weary
Words by Bill Furner
Copyright 2005
aclarke
Fantastic guitar as usual. Very nice job with the vocal
harmonies.
The strings were an excellent touch.