[ti:Marrakesh Night Market]
[ar:Loreena McKennitt]
[al:The Mask And Mirror]
[by:van]
[offset:500]
Music and lyrics by Loreena McKennitt
They're gathered in circles
the lamps light their faces
The crescent moon rocks in the sky
The poets of drumming
keep heartbeats suspended
The smoke swirls up and then dies
Would you like my mask?
would you like my mirror?
cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourself
you can look at each other
or you can look at the face
the face of your god
The stories are woven
and fortunes are told
The truth is measured by the weight of your gold
The magic lies scattered
on rugs on the ground
Faith is conjured in the night market's sound
Would you like my mask?
would you like my mirror?
cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourself
you can look at each other
or you can look at the face
the face of your god
The lessons are written
on parchments of paper
They're carried by horse from the river Nile
says the shadowy voice
In the firelight, the cobra
is casting the flame a winsome smile
Would you like my mask?
would you like my mirror?
cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourself
you can look at each other
or you can look at the face
the face of your god
END

[ti:Marrakesh Night Market]
[ar:Loreena McKennitt]
[al:The Mask And Mirror]
[by:van]
[offset:500]
[00:35.35]Music and lyrics by Loreena McKennitt
[00:40.35]
[00:45.35]They're gathered in circles
[00:49.40]the lamps light their faces
[00:53.61]The crescent moon rocks in the sky
[01:02.51]The poets of drumming
[01:06.16]keep heartbeats suspended
[01:10.54]The smoke swirls up and then dies
[01:17.60]
[01:21.09]Would you like my mask?
[01:25.20]would you like my mirror?
[01:29.54]cries the man in the shadowing hood
[01:37.78]You can look at yourself
[01:41.76]you can look at each other
[01:46.12]or you can look at the face
[01:49.30]the face of your god
[01:53.37]
[02:11.84]The stories are woven
[02:15.97]and fortunes are told
[02:20.14]The truth is measured by the weight of your gold
[02:28.72]The magic lies scattered
[02:32.90]on rugs on the ground
[02:37.19]Faith is conjured in the night market's sound
[02:43.92]
[02:47.55]Would you like my mask?
[02:51.41]would you like my mirror?
[02:56.10]cries the man in the shadowing hood
[03:04.28]You can look at yourself
[03:08.44]you can look at each other
[03:12.98]or you can look at the face
[03:15.71]the face of your god
[03:20.06]
[03:55.56]The lessons are written
[03:59.41]on parchments of paper
[04:03.62]They're carried by horse from the river Nile
[04:11.65]says the shadowy voice
[04:16.30]In the firelight, the cobra
[04:20.52]is casting the flame a winsome smile
[04:28.14]
[04:30.67]Would you like my mask?
[04:34.84]would you like my mirror?
[04:39.63]cries the man in the shadowing hood
[04:47.88]You can look at yourself
[04:51.98]you can look at each other
[04:56.14]or you can look at the face
[04:59.19]the face of your god
[05:04.32]
[06:10.86]
[06:23.66]END