The Mad Hatter's Song Lyrics - Incredible String Band/5000 Spirits Or The Layers Of The Onion - Incredible String Band

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 

You clutch for the slip-stream, the realness to find 

But do what you like, do what you like, do what you like 

Do what you like, do what you like, do what you can 

Do what you can, live till you die my poor little man 

For Jesus will stretch out His hand no more 

But in the south there's many a waving tree 

Oh, would that musky fingers move your pain 

In the warm south winds the lost flowers bloom again 

And if you cried, you know you'd fill a lake with tears 

Still wouldn't turn back the years 

Since the city has took you mad Hatter is on my mind 

So sad, sad to see the way it grew those other people that I knew 

That have either fell or faltered mad Hatter is on my mind 

And you must have to see clear some time 

Prometheus the problem child still juggling with his brains 

Gives his limping leopard's visions to the miser in his veins 

Saying Gods are indigestions I come for gain 

But I am the archer the lover of laughter and mine is the arrowed flight 

I am the archer, and my eyes yearn after the unsullied sight 

Born of the dark waters of the daughters of night 

Dancing without movement after the clear light 

Oh Perithian fate be kind in the rumbling and trundling rickshaw of time 

Hooked by the heart to the king fisher's line 

I will set my one eye for the shores of the blind