Gene Clark - White Light

      
 
 thank you for the lyrics Cheryl
 
 Gene Clark White Light written by Gene Clark
 
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 Oh, the village of the hill
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 Sitting silently at will
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 Like some prophecy forgotten by an age
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 With no guns before its gate
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 The mysterious estate
      F#m             A                 E   
 Lies waiting for its history's dawning page
          A      A/G#   F#m             E    
 With the raging of the sea before its height
         A           A/G#       F#m              E    E A F#m A E 
 And the strength of those whom see beyond their sight
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 Oh, the smithies anvil rings
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 And the symphony it sings
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 No voice nor poet's pen can put to tune
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 And electric lines of force
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 Ring around the humble lives
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 Of the souls that hear the master saying soon
          A           A/G#   F#m              E    
 With the clouds that gather near disturb the night
           A      A/G# F#m                 E  E  E A F#m A E 
 Striking flashes of a difference, fleeing fright
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 No slight of tongue nor hand
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 Can so boldly there withstand
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 When the spirit of it's truth shall speak the time
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 And no ignorance of life
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 Can be held within the sight
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 Of the buttresses of ageless binds of time
     A        A/G#     F#m             E 
 The communion of the forces take delight
          A         A#G F#m                  E  E E A F#m A E 
 With the fear that no tongues may read nor write
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 White Light
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 Oh the village of the hill
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 Sitting silently still
          F#m              A                     E   
 With the strength of ages past they're still at hand
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 Reckons not to look behind
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 But to look within and find
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 And to hear of those enlightened by the lamb
          A      A/G#  F#m                   E    
 With the powers of the wind both fierce and light
         A      A/G#   F#m                    E    
 And the waters of the storm went through the night
 
 From Gene Clark "White Light"
 A & M Records