Conquistador your stallion stands
In need of company
And like some angels haloed brow
You reek of purity
I see your armour-plated breast
Has long since lost its sheen
And in your death mask face
There are no signs which can be seen
And though I hoped for something to find
I could see no maze to unwind
Conquistador a vulture sits
upon your silver shield
and in your rusty scabbard now
the sand has taken seed
and though your jewel-encrusted blade
has not been plundered still
the sea has washed across your face
and taken of its fill
And though I hoped for something to find
I could see no maze to unwind
And though I hoped for something to find
I could see no maze to unwind
Conquistador there is no time
I must pay my respect
and though I came to jeer at you
I leave now with regret
and as the gloom begins to fall
I see there is no, only all
and though you came with sword held high
you did not conquer, only die
And though I hoped for something to find
I could see no maze to unwind
Though I hoped for something to find
I could see no maze to unwind
And though I hoped for something to find
I could see no maze to unwind.
From Procol Harum’s first album released 1967. Written by Gary Brooker (music) and Keith Reid (lyrics). This version from the album Procol Harum Live with the Edmonton Symphony Orchestra.
The New Liberator