Eight Frames a Second Songtext
von Ralph McTell

She comes riding early in the morning round
About quarter to seven
No one′s ever out at that hour
With eyes that see her touch the morning flowers secretly
And the leaves slow their commotion And great trees gently sway
Like an ocean on a still day
And raising, raise their arms to the sun
Who announces the day has begun
At eight frames a second


And velvety shadows in the steamy meadows
Are changing colors so softly
With care the sun puts color in his joint
And rises to inspect his masterpiece this morning so perfect
And as she rides through gold and silver miles
Only the sun is sure what it is that she smiles for

She leaves with no sign of what she has done
Though her morning ride's known by everyone
I′ll tell you her name when it's done