From: rickl1@ix.netcom.com thank you for the lyrics Cheryl Gene Clark White Light written by Gene Clark E Oh, the village of the hill A Sitting silently at will F#m A E Like some prophecy forgotten by an age E With no guns before its gate A The mysterious estate F#m A E Lies waiting for its history's dawning page A A/G# F#m E With the raging of the sea before its height A A/G# F#m E E A F#m A E And the strength of those whom see beyond their sight E Oh, the smithies anvil rings A And the symphony it sings F#m A E No voice nor poet's pen can put to tune E And electric lines of force A Ring around the humble lives F#m A E Of the souls that hear the master saying soon A A/G# F#m E With the clouds that gather near disturb the night A A/G# F#m E E E A F#m A E Striking flashes of a difference, fleeing fright E No slight of tongue nor hand A Can so boldly there withstand A F#m A E When the spirit of it's truth shall speak the time E And no ignorance of life A Can be held within the sight F#m A E Of the buttresses of ageless binds of time A A/G# F#m E The communion of the forces take delight A A#G F#m E E E A F#m A E With the fear that no tongues may read nor write E White Light E Oh the village of the hill A Sitting silently still F#m A E With the strength of ages past they're still at hand E Reckons not to look behind A But to look within and find F#m A E And to hear of those enlightened by the lamb A A/G# F#m E With the powers of the wind both fierce and light A A/G# F#m E And the waters of the storm went through the night From Gene Clark "White Light" A & M Records