His father died and left him a little farm in New England All the long black funeral cars left the scene And the boy was just standin' there alone Lookin
Nodding though, the lamp's lit low, nod for passers underground To and fro, she's darning and the land is weeping red and pale Weeping yarn from Algiers
Ooo ooo Ohh the story's told been told, retold From the secret scriptures to the tabloids All the fuss and fight none above a whisper From the soul of
Come my one, look at the world Bird, beast, butterfly Girls sing notes of Heaven Birds lift them up to the sky Spring is departing Spring is departing
Here we go around again Curve of life spiraling Everything we've ever known As the seed of life gets blown And the miracle of time When will that time
One fine day these words I pray Will breathe a truth Within yourself upon a shelf A life anew So many roads It's hard to know what to do All your dreams
Last night, last night I awoke up from a dream Came face to face with my face facing the tombstone teeth Of a man called Chiklets, he came down through
Move, ask the angels who they're calling Go ask the angels if they're calling to thee Ask the angels, while they're falling Who that person could possibly
She is benediction She is addicted to thee She is the root connection She is connecting with he Here I go and I don't know why I fell so ceaselessly
Come back little Sheba I hear them calling Open your eyes Awake from thy sleep High above The stars are falling Open your arms You shall receive The
Mother, as I write, the sun dissolves Blood life streaming, 'cross my hand And these words, these words Hope dashed immortal hope Hope streaking the canvas
Dead to the world my body was sleepin' On my mind was nothin' at all Come a mist, an air so appealing I'm here a whisperin', you summoned, I called I
In the straw colored light In light rapidly changing On a life rapidly fading Have you seen death singin'? Have you seen death singin'? With a throat
I was nothing, it didn't matter to me There were tags all over my sleeve There was water outside the windows And children in the streets are throwing
Lower the thing, skin the cat Skin it left, just layin' there Lower the thing, is left like that And you set, set it, said it, said nothin' Went to the
Easter Sunday, we were walking Easter Sunday, we were talking Isabel, my little one, take my hand Time has come Isabella, all is glowing Isabella, all
This dead city Longs to be This dead city Longs to be free Seven screamin' horses Melt down in the sun Buildin' scenes on empty dreams And smokin' them
Na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na I'm with you always, you're ever on my mind In a light to last, a whole life through Each way I turn, the sense