Rider of the Storm

Dylan Thomas

The moment of a miracle is unending lightning

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Can you hear the Song of Thunder?

Ride the Storm ride the Storm Rider of the Storm!!

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm

Into this house we're born
Into this world we're thrown

Riders on the storm

Girl you gotta love your man
Girl you gotta love your man

Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends
Our life will never end
Gotta love your man

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm

&
Jim M.

Lady In Black,

She came to me one morning one lonely Sunday morning
her long hair flowing in the mid-winter wind,
I know not how she found me for in darkness I was walking
and destruction lay around me from a fight I could not win

She asked me name my foe I said we need some men
to fight and kill their brothers without thought of love or god,
And I begged her give me horses to trample down my enemies
so eager was my passion to devour this waste of life

But she would not think of battle that reduces men to animals
so easy to begin and yet impossible to end,
She the mother of all men had counselled me so wisely then
I feared to walk alone again and asked if she would stay

"Oh lady lend your hand!" I cried, "Oh let me rest here at your side!"

"Have faith and trust in me" she said, and filled my heart with life,

“There is no strength in numbers have no such misconceptions
but when you need me be assured I won't be far away”

Thus she spoke and turned away and ‘though I found no words to say
I stood and watched until I saw her black cloak disappear,
My labour is no easier but now I know I'm not alone
I find new heart each time I think upon that windy day

And if one day she comes to you drink deeply from her words so wise,
Take courage from her as your prize and say hello for me

&
Uriah Heep

Shall gods be said to thump the clouds
When clouds are cursed by thunder,
Be said to weep when weather howls?
Shall rainbows be their tunics’ colour?
D.T.

. . like a horse unbroken
When first he feels the rein,
The furious river struggled hard,
And tossed his tawny mane,
And burst the curb, and bounded,
Rejoicing to be free,
And whirling down, in fierce career,
Battlement, and plank, and pier,
Rushed headlong to the sea

~ ~ To Chefane ~ ~

This passage is from the epic, Horatius, by Lord Macaulay.

I have seen the morning burning golden on the mountain in the skies
Aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle when she flies
~ ~ ۷ ~
Kristofferson

"There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive.”
Jack London

I am the eagle I live in high country
In rocky cathedrals that reach to the sky

I am the hawk there's blood on my feathers
But time is still turning they soon will be dry
And all those who see me and all who believe in me
Share in the freedom I feel when I fly

Come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops
Sail over canyons and up to the stars
And reach for the heavens and hope for the future
And all that we can be not what we are

&
John Denver

Windsong
&

Wind is the whisper of our mother the earth
Wind is the hand of our father the sky
Wind watches over our struggles and pleasures
Wind is the goddess, who first learned to fly

Wind is the bearer of bad and good tidings
Weaver of darkness, bringer of dawn
Wind brings the rain then builds us a rainbow
Wind is the singer who sang the first song

Wind is the twister, of anger and warning
Wind brings the fragrance of freshly mown hay
Wind is a racer a wild stallion running
And the sweet taste of love on a slow summer's day

Wind knows the songs of cities and canyons
The thunder of mountains, the roar of the sea
Wind is the taker and giver of mornings
Wind is the symbol of all that is free

So welcome the wind and the wisdom she offers
Follow her summons, when she calls again
In your heart and your spirit let the breezes surround you
Lift up your voice then and sing with the wind

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'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue, when the road was full of mud
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form

Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair

"Come in," she said "I'll give you
Shelter from the storm"

I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love
Now I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge someday I'll make her mine

Do I understand your question man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born

"Come in," she said, "I'll give you
Shelter from the storm"

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Lines of Bob Dylan