Eight Frames A Second-Ralph McTell

[00:41.59]She comes riding early in the morning [00:46.36]Round about four to seven. [00:54.21]No one's ever out at that hour [01:01.29]With eyes that see [01:03.74]Her touch the morning flowers secretly [01:11.01]And the leaves slow their commotion [01:21.34]And the great trees gently sway [01:26.37]Like an ocean on a still day [01:31.86]And raise in praise their arms to the sun [01:42.38]Who announces the day has begun [01:49.07]At eight frames a second [01:52.31]And [01:53.89]Velvety shadows in misty meadows [01:57.58]Are changing colours so softly [02:05.47]With care the sun [02:07.67]Puts colour in his drawing [02:13.54]And rises to inspect [02:15.97]His masterpiece this morning [02:18.50]So perfect [02:23.64]And as she rides the gold and silver miles [02:34.46]Only the sun is sure [02:39.00]What it is that she smiles for [02:44.30]She leaves with no sign of what she has done [02:54.95]Though her morning rise known by everyone [03:02.01]I'll tell you her name and it's dawn. [03:07.45]