Al Stewart - A Long Way Down To Stephanie Lyrics

Maid, truly I see now
It must be a long way down
And with love's bud shorn
Now must all dalliance hither crumble and wither

Oh strange, me thought it strange
Thou couldst deprive me of my crown
And my freedom that thou cast upon me as
Litter bears fruit of bitter strain

And I would go forsooth to the dragon's tooth
If thus a chance were gained
To resurrect that part of your wanton heart
To whose grave my own is chained

And hold, ere thou dost go
Were not thy moments gilded too
And in honesty didst thou

Not measure for measure
Countenance pleasure
Cold weren't thou so cold
This in thy mind be frozen too

And will not spring be reborn
But might the sun thaw the frost here
That all be not lost herein

And I would rather, Zounds
It were hell's own hounds
Whose foul breath upon my face
Did portent my doom, than to bear the gloom
Of a world stripped of thy grace

And so in truth I know
Yes, it will be a long way down
And if go thou must, ere we should meet accidental
Prithee be gentle

And though distant now
Perchance the hand of time may soothe
And though lost at six, if I should live to be seven
I might forget Stephanie