Queen Of Love Lyrics - U - Incredible String Band

A strong power calls from the left hand 

Across the waters deep 

A strong power calls from the left hand 

Let all things sleep or weep 

Oh, the queen of love 

You have unwove my eyes 

And my heart will not sleep 

The eye would sleep but the mind would rise 

I must needs walk down God's eyebrows 

And along the streets of his eyes 

Look for me and you will see me in my red cloak 

Swimming determined as God's blood flies 

Creatures of grief, you beg from the thief 

I will not carry home your sacks of sorrow 

But I will pay the fiddler good silver if he smiles 

Pray God he see tomorrow 

The fine, fine girls that are into it 

And my eyes with salt water swim 

And we disputing with a brittle gaiety upon the world's rim 

If I sought to love you with my body 

It would be with a bent back unto the day of doom 

Oh, the queen of love 

I am in her heart 

She is in my room 

And together alone we clasp hands 

And in each other's eyes walk the endless shore 

And below I have my duty to perform in the song 

And that, that I was, you will see it no more 

The snow is on the hills of my heart 

And to speak is to die 

The men at arms do seek to mark me 

And the monks raise hue and cry 

Seek me in vain on Golgotha 

Or in fear's hollow 

For the way I take today 

Only the true may follow 

The ancestors in stone armor calling for loyalty untrue 

Seek to make a zigzag of the arrow's flight 

It is so swaddled in the bands of form 

But I am girdled with the storm and cloaked with the night 

I am not to be seen or found 

Save only in what I cause 

Standing outside on the inside outside 

Perfectingness or flaws 

How shall I say where I end or where you begin? 

How shall I say, what shall I play? 

Shall it be you or the wild wind 

As Pan with the insane eyes 

Or with the wild horns 

Or when I am crowned with the paper crown 

Or with the crown of thorns 

A strong power compels distortion from the right hand 

Fleece to the gray wolves, fangs to the gray sheep 

But the queen of love she strokes 

My body alive, that I do not sleep 

The doctor brews potions and pills 

To open his own front door 

And the locksmith makes strong bolts 

To bar his gates to every new breeze that blows 

Shall I now put lion's ears upon my ears? 

Hear every sound as a roar? 

Shall I now put mouse's eyes upon my eyes? 

Gauge the moon for size against my paw? 

While the queen of love 

She sings to me 

From above and beyond the world 

And I observe my mind 

It is playing ignorant boy 

While at her feet I am curled 

And I remember all female movements so well 

Of such a form to give much joy and ease much care 

To perfume and let fall the colored gown 

And to let down the curling hair 

But now I play seed thrower 

And I will play three-legged man 

I will play dream weaver and day bringer 

And catch as catch can 

While the queen of love 

She swims like a silver dove in my mind's room 

And my body sleepwalks down the road 

In a warm dark swoon