L Ballade Lyrics - Faces - Shawn Phillips

In the consecrated chambers 

Of a mountain's winter day 

I left her at the turning 

To go on her seeking way 

To pass o'er meadows green and bare 

Or brown as her auburn hair 

O'er all the waters on the face of the earth 

To find that I really care 

And the myriad reflections of myself 

In her buttons on her oversize navy coat 

But only reflections and never an image 

In her mind's unfathomable moat 

But some castles where she wanders 

Are yet crumbling into dust 

In this house of visions, on top of the hill 

The glass has turned to rust 

So never again will I look in her eyes 

Nor shall she hear my voice 

But I hope she will find a better man 

To love him and rejoice 

And he will turn the secret key 

Nay, I know it's not up to him 

But somehow in his words and love 

Answer her every whim 

So seek ye lass for what you wish 

But in your troubled heart 

And let not your mind race ahead of your breast 

For the quicker shall you part 

And wait for the click that you speak dear of 

And never will you run 

Light will splinter through open clouds 

And you'll look straight at a face like the sun