Interpret:

Blackmore's Night

Album:

The Village Lanterne

Far from the worn path of reason 
Further away from the sane 
He battles his shadows and demons 
Fighting to light the way 


And the dust and the dirt cloud his vision 
Onward he rides unafraid 
He fights the good fight for good reason 
A star that refuses to fade 


Still he braves his path… 
Windmills only laugh 


She was wounded and wild when he found her 
He saw her through child’s eyes 
She fell for the spell he was under 
Each day a brand new surprise 


And she watches with strange curiosity 
She wants so much to believe 
Hoping to break the chains of reality 
Dying to set herself free 


* 


Though he may appear tattered and broken 
His clothes are shabby and bare 
Still he glows like the flame of a candle 
With passion of one who still cares 


There was always a rhyme to the reason 
Peering out from tired eyes 
The truth finally came in treason 
So wrong, but so justified… 
So wrong but so justified… 
Windmills close their eyes…