Al Stewart - Helen and Cassandra      According to the myths and legends   At the fringes of our memory   Paris stole the queen of Sparta   And carried her across the sea   As they fled, he never dreamt   That he held the world in his grip   Helen, the face that launched a thousand ships   Helen, the face that launched a thousand ships      From Mycenae comes Agamemnon   And the Greeks of the city-states   Laden with their bronzen weapons   They're waiting at the Trojan Gates   As the arrow flies and Achilles falls   Does she raise the wind to her lips?   Helen, the face that launched a thousand ships   Helen, the face that launched a thousand ships      It's funny how the story lingers   It's probably a myth of course   A whisper in the ear of Homer   Perhaps there never was a horse   She could have turned the head of Paris   With the gentle sway of her hips   Helen, the face that launched a thousand ships      Oh Cassandra, what did you know   You who bring bad news wherever you go   You had the gift to see the future   From Apollo so it's said   And he made no one believe you   When you would not share his bed   Oh Cassandra, what did you see   As you walked the lonely road of your certainty   Gazing at the ruined city   That your warnings could not save      Oh Cassandra, so still and so graveCassandra   The Bronze Age kingdoms tumble   The cities fade one by one   The walls of Mycenae crumble   The Dark Age has begun   And the truth is lost in the ancient dust   Yet the memory forever persists   Of Helen, the face that launched a thousand ships   Helen, the face that launched a thousand ships