Through Aphrodite's Eyes - Strawbs

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There’s a young man who sings to the wilderness moon

And his song of lament bears a harrowing tune

There are dreams to be treasured when moments arise

Through Aphrodite’s eyes

She was born on the blood of the foam on the sea

Instilled with the grace of a flowering tree

He appeared as a saint but she read his disguise

Through Aphrodite’s eyes

There were moments of peace as they lay in the sun

And the cypress trees signalled the battle was won

Nurtured by truth, she considered her prize

Through Aphrodite’s eyes

While his manner of speech spoke of total neglect

She sought her revenge for his lack of respect

He confessed to his sins as she feigned her surprise

Through Aphrodite’s eyes

Tortured by love, he wept as she smiled

Led to believe that she carried his child

Condemned was the victim, she grew to despise

Through Aphrodite’s eyes