Magdalen Lyrics
| Song | Magdalen |
| Artist | Anthony Phillips |
| Album | Sides |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| She drinks the morning air | |
| She takes the utmost care | |
| She's very good | |
| She sets the flowers aright | |
| She gives the birds their flight | |
| She's very good – she's very good to me. | |
| Westminster strolling | |
| Battersea rolling by | |
| And in the night | |
| You will find her at her easel | |
| Drawing ducks and drakes, | |
| Cathedral eyes | |
| She is one of the best | |
| You can be sure of it | |
| Magdalen, of the misty eyes | |
| You didn't think I'd lose you again | |
| Magdalen, sees the shifting skies | |
| Her majesty makes mighty of men | |
| Magdalen's gone to Edinburgh spires | |
| And she's holding your life in her hands | |
| Who holds the world outside? | |
| Who stills the rising tide? | |
| She's very good | |
| Who weaves the stars display? | |
| Who seals the dwindling day? | |
| She's very good – she's very good to me, | |
| Oxford bells ringing, | |
| Phantom choirs singing. | |
| Magdalen of the misty eyes, | |
| The world is waiting at your behest | |
| Magdalen, sees the shifting skies | |
| And old St. Ives stands firm in the West | |
| Magdalen's gone to Edinburgh spires | |
| And she's holding your life in her hands. | |
| We watch the autumn glow | |
| We take the evening slow | |
| It's very good | |
| We hear the vespers rung | |
| And night's web deftly spun | |
| It's very good, it's very good that she | |
| Sleepy car stories; | |
| Lighthouse lives | |
| Gulls crying, "storm!" | |
| And in the night | |
| You will find her in the sistine chapel | |
| Looking down | |
| Cathedral mind | |
| She was here from the start | |
| She has seen all of it... | |
| Magdalen, of the misty eyes | |
| You didn't think I'd lose you again | |
| Magdalen, sees the shifting skies | |
| Her majesty makes mighty of men | |
| Magdalen's gone to Edinburgh spires | |
| And she's holding your life in her hands | |
| Holding our lives in her hands |
| She drinks the morning air | |
| She takes the utmost care | |
| She' s very good | |
| She sets the flowers aright | |
| She gives the birds their flight | |
| She' s very good she' s very good to me. | |
| Westminster strolling | |
| Battersea rolling by | |
| And in the night | |
| You will find her at her easel | |
| Drawing ducks and drakes, | |
| Cathedral eyes | |
| She is one of the best | |
| You can be sure of it | |
| Magdalen, of the misty eyes | |
| You didn' t think I' d lose you again | |
| Magdalen, sees the shifting skies | |
| Her majesty makes mighty of men | |
| Magdalen' s gone to Edinburgh spires | |
| And she' s holding your life in her hands | |
| Who holds the world outside? | |
| Who stills the rising tide? | |
| She' s very good | |
| Who weaves the stars display? | |
| Who seals the dwindling day? | |
| She' s very good she' s very good to me, | |
| Oxford bells ringing, | |
| Phantom choirs singing. | |
| Magdalen of the misty eyes, | |
| The world is waiting at your behest | |
| Magdalen, sees the shifting skies | |
| And old St. Ives stands firm in the West | |
| Magdalen' s gone to Edinburgh spires | |
| And she' s holding your life in her hands. | |
| We watch the autumn glow | |
| We take the evening slow | |
| It' s very good | |
| We hear the vespers rung | |
| And night' s web deftly spun | |
| It' s very good, it' s very good that she | |
| Sleepy car stories | |
| Lighthouse lives | |
| Gulls crying, " storm!" | |
| And in the night | |
| You will find her in the sistine chapel | |
| Looking down | |
| Cathedral mind | |
| She was here from the start | |
| She has seen all of it... | |
| Magdalen, of the misty eyes | |
| You didn' t think I' d lose you again | |
| Magdalen, sees the shifting skies | |
| Her majesty makes mighty of men | |
| Magdalen' s gone to Edinburgh spires | |
| And she' s holding your life in her hands | |
| Holding our lives in her hands |
| She drinks the morning air | |
| She takes the utmost care | |
| She' s very good | |
| She sets the flowers aright | |
| She gives the birds their flight | |
| She' s very good she' s very good to me. | |
| Westminster strolling | |
| Battersea rolling by | |
| And in the night | |
| You will find her at her easel | |
| Drawing ducks and drakes, | |
| Cathedral eyes | |
| She is one of the best | |
| You can be sure of it | |
| Magdalen, of the misty eyes | |
| You didn' t think I' d lose you again | |
| Magdalen, sees the shifting skies | |
| Her majesty makes mighty of men | |
| Magdalen' s gone to Edinburgh spires | |
| And she' s holding your life in her hands | |
| Who holds the world outside? | |
| Who stills the rising tide? | |
| She' s very good | |
| Who weaves the stars display? | |
| Who seals the dwindling day? | |
| She' s very good she' s very good to me, | |
| Oxford bells ringing, | |
| Phantom choirs singing. | |
| Magdalen of the misty eyes, | |
| The world is waiting at your behest | |
| Magdalen, sees the shifting skies | |
| And old St. Ives stands firm in the West | |
| Magdalen' s gone to Edinburgh spires | |
| And she' s holding your life in her hands. | |
| We watch the autumn glow | |
| We take the evening slow | |
| It' s very good | |
| We hear the vespers rung | |
| And night' s web deftly spun | |
| It' s very good, it' s very good that she | |
| Sleepy car stories | |
| Lighthouse lives | |
| Gulls crying, " storm!" | |
| And in the night | |
| You will find her in the sistine chapel | |
| Looking down | |
| Cathedral mind | |
| She was here from the start | |
| She has seen all of it... | |
| Magdalen, of the misty eyes | |
| You didn' t think I' d lose you again | |
| Magdalen, sees the shifting skies | |
| Her majesty makes mighty of men | |
| Magdalen' s gone to Edinburgh spires | |
| And she' s holding your life in her hands | |
| Holding our lives in her hands |
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