(Blackmore/Lord/Evans)


In ages past when spells were cast

In a time of men in steel

When a man was taught no special thing

It was all done by feel



So listen, so learn, so read on

You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn



Hear the song of lovely Joan

Her sound so sweet and clear

In the courtroom of the King

Among children and the peers



So listen, so learn, so read on

You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn



     "Now hear ye the words of Taliesyn, 

      on the foaming beach of the ocean,

      in the day of trouble, 

      I shall be of more service to thee

      than three hundred salmon..."



The hare he bounds across the page

Past castles white and fair

Past dreaming chessmen on their boards

With a fool's mate as a snare



So listen, so learn, so read on

You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn



     "Three times I have been born

      I know this from meditation..."



The bird he flies the distance

From pages two to six

Past minstrels in their boxes

To the waters of the Styx



So listen, so learn, so read on

You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn



Don't take the pictures lightly

Listen to their sound

For from their coloured feeling

Experience is found



So listen, so learn, so read on

You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn



     "All the sciences of the world are collected in my breast, 

      for I  know  what  has  been,  what is  now,  

      and  what  hereafter  will occur..."