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Once again, I am very happy to present another edition of 'The Fantasy Ring'. This is the 2nd Volume of the 3 Volume Fantasy Ring fan club booklet. Val Davies had stepped down as president of the fan club by time this issue was published in 1976, and Linda was now the president of the fan club. I hope you enjoy this magazine as much as I have, there are many nice photographs of Cat and some great drawings and poetry from fans around the world. This wonderful magazine comes courtesy of an anonymous fan, who wanted to share these rare books with us. Keep watch as Issue 3 will be placed up on Majicat shortly. The Photographers represented in this book are: Dick Polak David Bailey Michael Childers Daily Mirror              1976 Volume 2   page 1 & 2   27 Curzon Street London W1Y7AE May 1976 Hello, At last the second edition is in print! We’ve had our ups and downs during the past year, especially with Val stepping out of the Ring, and we are truly sorry that there’s been such a delay in producing the Book. We do so hope you’ll enjoy this second edition which is, of course, made up mostly of your contributions, plus a few new photos of Steve, etc. The Fantasy Ring is fast growing and we are linking Steve’s admirers together from all parts of the globe .... we have members in Great Britain, America, Canada, Australia, Turkey, Sweden, Finland, Denmark, Norway, France, Belgium, Germany, Holland, Greece, Japan, Yugoslavia and South Africa. Through the Ring, many of you have found penpals and are enjoying the link with members from other countries. We’d like to bring more of you together through out penpal scheme and we are preparing Penpal List No. 2 which will be much larger than List No. 1 as so many of you have written requesting penpals. The Earth Tour has been a great success and Steve will be starting a tour of Europe in April, extending to Greece, Israel, Japan and Australia. So many members have written to tell us how much they enjoyed the concerts, and as the Tour has and is taking in so many countries, I am sure most of you have and will get an opportunity to see Steve before the end of 1976. It now remains to just say "thank-you" to you all for sending in your contributions, some of which we have kept aside forth e next book, and we hope to receive many more poems, drawings.... and let’s have some short stories .... for inclusion in the 3rd edition. Love, Linda Cat Stevens Fantasy Ring Secretary page 3 & 4   Drawings from around the world - England Water Colour by Carole & Colin page 5 & 6   Drawings from around the world - England Paper cuttings by Kim Reuter page 7 & 8   Poems from Around the World ENGLAND GIVE ME TIME By Malcolm Hughes   Sit down Son, Give your head a rest, Soon the sun shys and the stars will be your guest. Put away your thoughts and lose them for a while, Give yourself the time, The time to love and smile.   Say give him the time just to hold her hand, Just to understand, To let the sun burn his skin, To open up his heart and let Her love shine on in.   You know he’s wondering where to go And he’s wondering what to do, There must be more he can know, Don’t stop and let your love stop too.   Pick up your guitar, Sing me a song, Oh let the whole world sing along, Let the brave man give you the time, But please boy, Oh don’t make it be mine.   ME AND THE LADY By Rich & Reg   I was the provider I was the ‘good-deeding’ knight.   I got her over The bad, troubled times, and put all the Wrong things right.   I tried to help Smooth the path That she was about to take. I laid the first few Stones of hope, But the decisions were hers to make.   I think I helped- I hope I eased the pain. Me and the lady Could have been. page 9 & 10   Drawings from around the world - Sweden Water colour by Eva Hedstrom page 11 & 12 SWEDEN MY DAY By Eva Hedström   My day, won’t you come here soon My way, will it reach me and my tune? Over the seas and war Over the trees and shore, Will it reach me?   My world, you’re too far away My day, please, come and stay, Over the man, his hand Over the earth, it’s land Come and stay.   I will probably go wondering and fight With my brain, Now I will manage to get well, All my life get well, And fight the hell, around us, Fight the hell.   My day, come very soon, So I can pick up my tune!!!   Drawings from around the world - Finland Ink drawing by Pirkko Aarras page 13 & 14 FINLAND THAT MAN By Paivi Aho   There he is The man Chopping firewood After our quarrel Venting his anger Soon he will relent That man comes .. . - hugs and apologises to me We’ll smile Then I’ll go and make coffee For life For him For me For our love.   GERMANY   WIND CHILL INDEX By Mark Maley   And that sea, that boisterous sea, Which sweeps away the dreams of the old Or the restlessness of the young, Is always confused with desolation.   And that fire, that hellish fire, Which extinguishes the curiosity of the mind — Or the joys of the soul, Has been mistaken for truth.   And that rain, that perpetual rain, Which drenches the intensity of hate Or the intimacy of love, Is believed to be understanding.   And that cold, that perplexing cold, Which freezes the question of life — Or the worry over death, Is called religion.   And that sun, that energetic sun, Which feeds the brains of geniuses — Or the hopes of fools, Bears the undeserved name of creativity. page 15 & 16 ODES Oh very young, how many times were you hurt? As you sit in the ruins on the 18th Avenue, I can see your mind is miles from nowhere, The pain, you just can’t keep it in any longer. In this wild world you start on the road to find out where you’re at. In the wind you hear music. Everywhere you go you can hear this music telling you something. You sit and listen. In time you’ll stand and shout — "I think I see the light!" Oh very young, your morning has broken! By Serina Scuden of New Jersey, U.S.A.   Wish I could be in C79, Take away all the hurt and make it mine. You know my life’s in ruins And I’m no Lady d’Arbanville But I hope you II understand the way I feel.   You see I can’t keep it in, Though you know I’m Lilywhite. Don’t want to be alone another Saturday night.   And ‘though I’m miles from nowhere, And feeling bitterblue You’ll always be The King of Trees for me.   And here I am just sitting, Down in C79, Wish that I could give you The boy with the moon and star on his head, But I’ll just give you this, with love, instead. Anonymous page 17 & 18   Drawings from around the world - America Ink Drawing by Carole Dickenson page  19 & 20   AMERICA TWO SOULS Anonymous   Two shall be born the whole wide world apart, And speak in different tongues and have no thought, Each of the others being, and no heed; Yet these over unknown seas to known lands Shall cross; escaping wreck, defying death, And all unconsciously shape every act And bend each wandering step unto this end, That one day out of darkness they shall meet, And read life’s meaning in each other’s eyes.       A DANCE WITH DEATH By Sunny Middaugh   Oh, wind Toss my hair Dress it up with crimson bows Flutter around me Dance on the trees Come in from the ocean Hypnotize me with sea air.   Oh, wind Blow the sand Whirl it around me Then let it die Escort the clouds across the sea Lower them Toss the waves Spin the water Mingle with the clouds Rage. Circle my cliff Take me Dance with me Drop me to the ground Toss my hair Whirl the sand around me Then Rage.   Drawings from around the world - Japan Written by Hiroko & Ryoko page 21 & 22   AMERICA Cont. RUNNING By Leslie Gresh   I was running on the edge of foreverness I was lonely by the sea of forgetfulness I ran by the shore on the edge of the sea, and looking around at the cloud-filled sky, the wind blew my hair, crossing over my eyes — and I was blinded by the sand which scattered as the wind blew past. I ran across shells breaking under my feet into silver laced fragments, And the sea cascaded into white star-foams. The shore, left behind, still remained unmoved. But, the clouds scattered to a thousand winds — and I was where, I began. page 23 & 24   Drawings from around the world - Australia Water colour by Lucie Pabel page 25 & 26 CANADA THE HOUSE ON NEBO HILL CREEK By Kelly A. Bins tead   Just the way you talk, Makes the world want to live with you But the way you sing I don’t understand Why do you live, why. I am but a weary musician I would like to take your hand Come with me And we will sing, sing and sing.   Do you want to come I will show you the way Take me in your arms O, oh babe, the way you do this Makes the bells ring Look up ahead, Do you see it It’s our house It’s a farm You can do the cooking And I will clean the barn We can raise a lot of kids And they will see.   Isn’t it the way we pictured it Isn’t it the way it will be I will love, and you will love me Come, let’s go in, I can see it all Little boys and girls running around and playing Isn’t it the way we pictured it Isn’t it the way it will be?   It’s getting dark We better go into town And tell the man we’ll take it.   Please Sir, we will take it The House on Nebo Hill Creek We would like to live there And raise our children Thank you Sir for the house Now let’s go and sleep The new day is shining The new day is laughing   Two years and two children Oh what a joy One is a girl and another is a boy The house looks better than it did The flowers and grass are looking quite fine But look at the weeds Must get them rid.   Isn’t it the way we pictured it Isn’t it the way it will be I will love you and you will love me. Come, let’s go in, I can see it all Little boys and girls running around and playing Isn’t it the way we pictured it Isn’t it the way it will be.   Forty years have gone by O, oh don’t cry All of our children have gone We can go and dream again, There goes the last He’s saying goodbye Now the house will go to the children And they will take care That it’s painted and weeded, Let’s not think any more Before we go. page 27 & 28 AUSTRALIA LIVING IS GIVING ByAnnette Burgess   You’re alive, But dead inside, You search for an answer, But what will you find, Life is never just a straight line. It’s too late To change mistakes Leave your tears, In the prayers of last night Put it all down to fate. Get up and fight, What you’ve built yourself, That shell of hurt and broken dreams Smash those seams! Crash them down! Spread your love and truth around, Don’t hide your head up in the sky, Say you don’t care Why hide your pain, But even inashell, You’ll never hide From the lies people tell, Or escape the hardships of living There is happiness, Only in giving!   Drawings from around the world - Cat Stevens Steve with his brother, David page 29 & 30   Fantasy Ring Volume I Fantasy Ring Volume III Pause Fan Club Magazine