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ENO, Brian


St. Elmo's Fire


Brown Eyes and I were tired

We had walked and we had scrambled

Through the moors and through the briars

Through the endless blue meanders

In the blue August moon

In the cool August moon

Over the nights and through the fires

We went surging down the wires

Through the towns and on the highways

Through the storms in all their thundering

In the blue August moon

In the cool August moon

Well we rested in a desert

Where the bones were white as teeth, sir

And we saw St. Elmo's Fire

Splitting ions in the ether

In the blue August moon

In the cool August moon