Tales Of Brave Ulysses

(Eric Clapton, Martin Sharp)

You thought the leaden winter would bring you down

forever,

But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun.

And the colours of the sea blind your eyes with

trembling mermaids,

And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave

Ulysses:

How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly

singing,

For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their

white-laced lips.

And you see a girl's brown body dancing through the

turquoise,

And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves

the sea.

And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her

body,

Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.

The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your

fingers,

And you want to take her with you to the hard land of

the winter.

Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell,

And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the

distant sands

With tales of brave Ulysses; how his naked ears were

tortured

By the sirens sweetly singing.

The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your

fingers,

And you want to take her with you to the hard land of

the winter.