Water, water, see the water flow. Glancing, dancing, see the water flow. O wizard of changes, water, water, water. . Dark or silvery mother of life. Water, water, holy mystery, heavens daughter.
I had a tree in the dream hills where my childhood lay. And I'd go there in the wide, long days. And my tree would listen to all that I'd say. . And the sun was shining brightly.
Many were the lifetimes. Of the son of Noah's brother. See his coat the ragged. Riches of the soul.
Behold the mountain of the Lord. In latter days shall rise, hark, the herald angels sing. Hush, hush, whisper who dares. Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.
Straight from the shoulder. I think like a soldier. I know what's right and what's wrong. (He knows what's right and what's wrong). . I'm the original discriminating buffalo man.
Oh seekers of spring how could you not find contentment. In a time of riddling reasons in this land of the blind. By the joke of fate alone it's sure that as the loved hand leaves you.
Listen baby I wanna love you like nobody ever loved you and made you feel inside. When the streets awaken and you fall asleep. Oh baby you should take me, take me in so.
Started rubbin' my eyes. when I heard the birds talk. Hey mister sleep you're gonna. have to take 'walk. But nothing has 's much pow'r to. make me rise as the post man.
A long wind, a weaving mind. Over all the land the wild flowers grow echoing kind to kind. On that day when I found the iron stone. Heavy in my hand in the sloping rain.
I'm not the kind to complain. That I never had a girl to love. Many a fine girl I tried hard to know. But I think I never tried enough. . Sitting one day by myself.
Only a palace with interior doors. Well painted well gargoyled with multiple floors. Two windows let free this projector machine. and the magical world here appears on the screen.
Who moved the black castle. Who moved the white queen. When Gimme and Daleth where standing between?. . Out of the evening growing a veil. Pining for the pine woods that ached for the sail.
Oh, who can see in the eyes of fate?. All life alone in its chronic patterns. Oh, swan, let me fly you. To the land of no winds blowing. I know nothing and know that I know nothing.
Seasons they change while cold blood is raining. I have been waiting beyond the years. Now over the skyline I see you're travelling. Brothers from all time gathering here.
The actor leaves the stage with a rose in his hand. He settles in the back seat his thoughts are like fine sand. Driven through the rain swept streets casting a melancholy stare.
Talking of the end, talking of the end. Let me hear you say it will not be. Talking of the end, talking of the end. Let me hear you say you disagree. .
For my delight. Swift as the wind flies. His chariot and wings. Shine, shine in the light of a thousand suns. For he comes from the land of no night. He comes from the land of no night.
In the church made of living trees entwined. Green and dapple golden trees enshrined us. I heard the mice murmur in the corners. Saw the moles move deep below the ground.
Last winter blew so cold no lies. And my fire smoke would not rise. Soon as the smoke would tried to depart. It'd be froze up harder than a landlord's heart.
I sit down in the Underground trying to be gay. see the wild grass turn just into hay. I see the magic movement but they don't fly away. bad karma and it ricochets my eye.