Tales Of Brave Ulysses - BBC Sessions - Cream

You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever,

So you traveled on a steamer to the violence of the sun.

And the colors of the sea blind your eye 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,

And the sparkling waves are calling you to touch the white-lace lips.

And you see your 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 the 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.