Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jon English
Performer
Original London Cast Of Paris
Performer
Neal Wilkinson
Drums
Laurence Cottle
Bass Guitar
Geoff Whitehorn
Electric Guitar
John Dallimore
Electric Guitar
Gerry Stevens
Electric Bass Guitar
Ian Lynn
Keyboards
Richard Cottle
Keyboards
Chris Cozens
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jon English
Composer
David Charles MacKay
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Mackay
Producer
Lyrics
Please, Your Majesty
He seems barely alive
So little chance of survival
Surely it would be kinder
If he had been taken at sea
And should king Menelaus find out
Only gods to decide
That you’re here without
If he lives or die
Well you know he will be angry-
We'll do what we can
Please Your Majesty
After all, he's just a man
But I'll be in trouble
I’m trying to listen
I can feel a heart beating
It's a miracle that he survived
So long in the storm
But what can we do?
Go fetch the fisherman
We need his help
Yes, ma’am
We must keep him warm
Somehow I'm sure
I've seen him before
I’ve no idea how this could be
Some perfect stranger
Why does he seem so familiar to me?
Just like I told you, he is
Some perfect stranger
Maybe my imagination is fooling me
Foolish me
Your Majesty
Please forgive me
I'm not convinced this is right
Last evening I sighted a galley
Searching through the night
And I swear that her colors were Trojan
And now we find
From out of nowhere
This poor wretched thing from the sea
Oh
He's some perfect stranger
He looks so young
Yes but any Trojan could be an enemy
I just don’t know what possessed me
To come here to this place
Oh, but surely not him
He's some perfect stranger
It's been so long since we’ve been here
So why today
Why today?
Aphrodite
It's true
Here you are
I finally meet you
Face to face
I must be at heaven's door
And you are worth dying for
But this death is strange
Somehow I breathe
And still feel pain
But I gave you the sun
And now I claim my reward
Will you stay by me
Aphrodite
Sweet Aphrodite
I always knew
You'd come for me
I always knew
You jump to conclusions, my friend
You are no more dead than I
Fate shows you favour
We were merely passing by
But why when you fought so hard to live
Should you wish to die
There aren’t many others who'd survive
Such a battle
With the wild Aegean tide
It’s lucky we were near
Lucky we were here
Strange that I was -
Here you are
I finally meet you
Face to face
Out of the past
And into this lonely place
He has no idea who I am
I think he raves, Mistress he-
I'm sure he isn't from Greece
He called you Goddess, didn’t he
And you shouldn't be here
He called out a name meant for me
I don't think that he'll die
I still think he's a spy
For me
I don’t really know why
Yet I just answered
He seems so innocent
He is not innocent
He could mean danger
Some perfect stranger
This stranger
Think of the danger
He sees me as someone that I cannot possibly be
Yet, I feel that I know him and he's (and he's a stranger)
Some perfect stranger
I'll give
Care for him
Until he’s well
Written by: David Mackay, Jon English
