PAVILIONS OF SUN"Swans do fly High above you All the time. Prince of Sun From his pavilion Makes you shine Come, come, come into my garden, lady love Maybe I can hold your gold hand Glide within my gold grove, lady love Know the earth and you'll understand
Marc BolanAbout author
- Author's profession: Musician
- Born: September 30, 1947
- Died: September 16, 1977