My Dead Dream [featuring Cris Marc]
From the 'Return To India' album by Taurus Project which will be available at digital music stores & major streaming sites early Spring 2025. Your valued support is greatly appreciated. Thanks, Clive - Spyda Music Productions
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Lyrics
Taurus Project - My Dead Dream [featuring Cris Marc]
Track no: 03
Album: Return To India
Original poem by: Sarojini Naidu [1879-1949] - https://allpoetry.com/Sarojini-Naidu
Music: Clive G Beresford
Vocals: Cris Marc
Remastered, engineered & produced by: Cris Marc [Spyda Music Productions, Canada]
Copyright: 2025 Spyda Music Productions. All rights reserved.
Cover image: Elijah Hail - https://unsplash.com/@elijahhail
[Instrumental Intro]
Have you found me, at last, O my Dream? Seven eons ago
You died and I buried you deep under forests of snow.
Why have you come hither? Who bade you awake from your sleep
And track me beyond the cerulean foam of the deep?
Would you tear from my lintels these sacred green garlands of leaves?
Would you scare the white, nested, wild pigeons of joy from my eaves?
Would you touch and defile with dead fingers the robes of my priest?
Would you weave your dim moan with the chantings of love at my feast?
Go back to your grave, O my Dream, under forests of snow,
Where a heart-riven child hid you once, seven eons ago.
Who bade you arise from your darkness? I bid you depart!
[Instrumental Break]
O, have you found me, at last, O my Dream? Seven eons ago
You died and I buried you deep under forests of snow.
Why have you come hither? Who bade you awake from your sleep
And track me beyond the cerulean foam of the deep?
Would you tear from my lintels these sacred green garlands of leaves?
Would you scare the white, nested, wild pigeons of joy from my eaves?
Would you touch and defile with dead fingers the robes of my priest?
Would you weave your dim moan with the chantings of love from the deep?
Go back to your grave, O my Dream, under forests of snow,
Where a heart-riven child hid you once, seven eons ago.
Who bade you arise from your darkness? I bid you depart!
[Instrumental Break]
Go back to your grave, O my Dream, under forests of snow,
Where a heart-riven child hid you once, seven eons ago.
Who bade you arise from your darkness? I bid you depart!
[Instrumental Outro]