Leonard Cohen - The Unicorn Tapestries lyrics
[Leonard Cohen - The Unicorn Tapestries lyrics]
You stay in the grove to ambush the unicorn
I don't know what the hunters gave
But all the money of the sun
Falling between the shadows of your face
In yellow coin
Could not bribe away the scorn
Which fastens up your mouth
For whom are those hard lips?
The hunters creeping through the green
Beside their iron-collared hounds
Or that towered head who soon
Will close his eyes
Between your aproned knees?
And when the animal is leashed
To the pomegranate tree
Don't come by my prison room
Singing your victory
Or charm the guards to untie the chains
With which I was bound before the hunt
When I cried I was a man
You stay in the grove to ambush the unicorn
And after wander to the poisoned stream
Which the unicorn will never clean
And greet the good beasts thirsting there
Then follow through the holes and caves
The animals who poisoned it
And cohabit in each lair
I don't know what the hunters gave
But all the money of the sun
Falling between the shadows of your face
In yellow coin
Could not bribe away the scorn
Which fastens up your mouth
I don't know what the hunters gave
But all the money of the sun
Falling between the shadows of your face
In yellow coin
Could not bribe away the scorn
Which fastens up your mouth
For whom are those hard lips?
The hunters creeping through the green
Beside their iron-collared hounds
Or that towered head who soon
Will close his eyes
Between your aproned knees?
And when the animal is leashed
To the pomegranate tree
Don't come by my prison room
Singing your victory
Or charm the guards to untie the chains
With which I was bound before the hunt
When I cried I was a man
You stay in the grove to ambush the unicorn
And after wander to the poisoned stream
Which the unicorn will never clean
And greet the good beasts thirsting there
Then follow through the holes and caves
The animals who poisoned it
And cohabit in each lair
I don't know what the hunters gave
But all the money of the sun
Falling between the shadows of your face
In yellow coin
Could not bribe away the scorn
Which fastens up your mouth