Lost And Found - Peter Hammill

Even the wolf can learn,

even the sheep can turn,

even the frog bcome at last the prince.)

No more imagined insults

and no more bloated pride —

I’ll see you at the wedding,

I’ll see you on the other side

and I’ll hold my peace forever

but I’ll hold my passion more…

I’ll be holding the door

and waiting for the princess —

I could say I’m waiting for the world,

but when it comes right down to it

I’m simply waiting for the girl.

On through the ring of changes

I’ll be at my side in a single bound,

lost and found

looking to be lost and found.

La Rossa extends her hands — in the morning light the stigmata don’t show

She’s up already, making plans;

she thinks it’s maybe time he ought to go And she’s friendly like it’s a service but she’s ringing around his head —

though he knows she has no further use for him

still he feels like he’s raised from the dead.

Out to the cold grey daylight, never ever wondering, of course,

if one moment of perfect passion

is worth a lifetime of remorse.

So it’s no more empty promises

and no more idle threats;

no more 'if only’s'

and no more 'and yet’s';

no more wishes for the future

no more denials of the past;

I’m free at last

I’m in love at last

I’m lost and found

…put on your red dress, baby…

…cos we’re going out, tonight…

…put on your high heeled slippers…

…everything's gonna

be alright