IT WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE JUNE
THE SKY WAS BRIGHT AS HE LOOKED AT THE MOON
THERE WAS A SCAR EMBEDDED IN HIS SKIN
THE CANTERBURY TALE WAS ABOUT TO BEGIN
NOT A CARE AS HE MOVED THROUGH THE FAIR
A SMELL OF INCENSE, PERFUME IN THE AIR
THE SCULPTURE PROPHETS JUST SEEM TO CRY
BECAUSE THEY CAN`T UNDERSTAND ALL THE SIGNS IN THE SKY

THE LIGHT SHONE OUT THROUGH THE OPEN DOOR
DREAM HOME FIT FOR HEROES, MARBLE ON THE FLOOR
BLACK UNDERNEATH THAT GOLDEN FACADE
A RITES OF PASSAGE SO DON`T WORK TO HARD
IN THE MINSTRELS GALLERY THERE`S NOTHING BUT TAIWAN
JUST SOME OLD CURTAINS FADED FROM THE SUN
SO HE TOOK HER HAND HE LED HER TO THE SQUARE
TOLD HER THE MEANING OF ALL THAT SHE COULD BARE

IT WAS GETTING DARK SOLDIERS AT THE GATE
THE STORM CLOUDS GATHERED AND THE MAIDENS TOLD TO WAIT
NO PLACE TO STAY THE HORSEMAN STUCK INSIDE
THE WIND BLEW IN THE WILLOWS AND THE RAVEN CRIED
THE STRONG WONT WIN THE BATTLE THE SWIFT WONT WIN THE RACE
I TURNED AROUND AND SAW THAT LOOK UPON YOUR FACE
DON`T YOU KNOW YOUR NOT FASTER THAN THE SNAIL
DON`T YOU KNOW ITS A CANTERBURY TALE