Al Stewart - Zero she flies

She's a mollusk,


a seamstress,


a princess,


a priestess,


a negress,


she knows her position





She's a swallow,


a willow,


a cello,


a pillow,


a bow


and also a physician





She takes your eyes


and mends your head


She draws the wine


and breaks the bread


She has no lies to tell you


and no truths to sell you


She's a girl,


she's almost a woman





And Zero she flies as the morning sighs


Spreads her wings like a seagull


From the mountain he watches her,


biding his time


But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle





He's a hawthorn,


a raven,


a scarecrow,


a haven


for moon-blessed thought and opinion


He will laugh like the fountains,


the bones of the mountains


lie deep in his forest religion





You will call his name when evening falls


And the ground sets hard and the night wind calls


You will feed him and heed him,


at times you will need him


Say you were almost his woman





And Zero she flies as the morning sighs


Spreads her wings like a seagull


From the mountain he watches her,


biding his time


But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle


In the shuddering mad red blood-let sunset


a tired man is leaving his cover


And the soft eyes of Zero


are cut by the sounds


of the vanishing feet of her lover





And the door slams shut


and the air grows tight


And her throat is gripped


by the hands of night


And all that is left


is the clock on the shelf


As it ticks one day into another





And Zero she sighs as the morning dies


With the broken wings of a seagull


From the mountain he watches her, sensing his time


But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle


At the pall of the day the man of the mountain


is nearing the end of his travel


And the fence is down


on the westland bounds


and a footfall pounds in the gravel





Comes a knock three times


and the air grows still


As he steps inside from the sudden chill


And the moment is caught in the net of the night


For the coming of dawn to unravel





And Zero she flies as the morning sighs


Spreads her wings like a seagull


From the mountain he's coming,


judging his time


And his eyes are the eyes of an eagle





Oh Zero she flies as the morning dies


Spreads her wings like a seagull


From her window he watches her,


a man in his time


But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle