|  A THOUSAND SHIPS
 Lyrics: © Juliane 
        Honisch, March 2001 /  Music: © Kerstin Dröge, March 2001
 
 C                                        
        G From the mirror looking 
        back at me
 Dm                                              
        Am
 is the face that 
        launched a thousand ships
 C                                          
        G
 and the smile that 
        in the glass I see
 Am                                      
        Em
 trembles nervously 
        upon those lips.
 C                                  
        G
 And unlike my mirror 
        image I
 Em                                            
        F(9)
 can hear sounds of 
        dusky darkness fall.
 C                                           
        G
 Perhaps tonight will 
        be the night I die
 Am                                
        F(9)
 fenced in by those 
        mighty Trojan walls.
 
 Choices were for 
        others, not for me. I was never asked 
        my wish or will.
 So an old man's wife 
        I came to be
 Golden toy to him, 
        but faithful still,
 till an honoured 
        guest did touch my soul
 taught me smiles 
        that duly reached my eyes.
 But my sweet smiles 
        were not all he stole
 For his love was 
        reckless and not wise.
 And again of me 
        no one did ask Whether I would want 
        to start a war,
 whether I'd fulfil 
        my fate-set task,
 whether I did truly 
        wish for more.
 Now the master of 
        my fate is young.
 He has brought me 
        to the walls of Troy.
 When the deeds of 
        war are fin'lly sung
 Who will call him 
        selfish, lovesick boy?
 Battle drums I hear 
        within my mind Fire arrows pierce 
        me to the core.
 Everyone is - like 
        Cassandra - blind,
 hatred lives on both 
        sides of the door.
 And the image in 
        my mirror cries
 Red-hot tears run 
        down to wrinkling lips.
 I've grown old while 
        everybody dies
 Am                                    
        F(9)       C
 For the face that 
        launched a thousand ships.
  
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