"Follow me round"
Is the cry of the mare with each pull of the plough.
Rhythmic sound
In the swing of the chains that are dragging her down
And the morning call of the wind
Brings the sun from afar.
"Take me up high"
In the voice of the lark singing high in the sky
Wandering eye
Of the farmer below is the only reply
And the changing relief of the land
Is exposed to the light.
The break of the dawn is changed
By the presence of a stream
Weaving its path
Through a bed of green.
The windows of the forest
Bring very little light
The sound of river water flowing by.
Although the woods may seem
Breft of any life.
No man can see of sin or strife.
The creatures of the forest
Receiving their first light
Come out and join the woodland company
Clinging into time of disentangled broken vine
Come show me tihs is mine to breath and hold
Throughout abandoned hill a stillness set unreal
By image not by two you grew
Summer day will shine..
Carry on your way decide at which you want to play
Sentimental reason, con, or game?
To take your further on would only spoil the fun
Can't you feel it higher, growing, never Knowing?
Sometimes a laugh in a show that's cold
When the legend is burning yet not quite sold
To the man in the middle it's only a riddle
Come ut of a local rag.
When they hand you a thing and expect you to sing
To the tune of The Groom and his flying Ballon
Till the only resort is the flu that you caught
While preparing a dish for someone called En Blue.
Soak un the flakes of an emptying bowl and go
Down river, down reverse, downing in one below
Hot on the trail let the wind fill the sail
And be leaving from where you are.
Left to uncover a scene unseen
Though the wing of the plover is seldom seen
I may open my hands when the Garden expands
Taking part with an individuality.
Leg after leg in the line surround
All are touching toes of adjacen ground
Low can nature resist to make any seed twist
Move along, run a long, long way.
So you turn and resist from this windy place
Oh but is it from me that you hide your place
I am now to return to my natural pace
And remember today as I walk through my way
But the farmer frolorn and the break of dawn
Will go fading, fading away.
Is the cry of the mare with each pull of the plough.
Rhythmic sound
In the swing of the chains that are dragging her down
And the morning call of the wind
Brings the sun from afar.
"Take me up high"
In the voice of the lark singing high in the sky
Wandering eye
Of the farmer below is the only reply
And the changing relief of the land
Is exposed to the light.
The break of the dawn is changed
By the presence of a stream
Weaving its path
Through a bed of green.
The windows of the forest
Bring very little light
The sound of river water flowing by.
Although the woods may seem
Breft of any life.
No man can see of sin or strife.
The creatures of the forest
Receiving their first light
Come out and join the woodland company
Clinging into time of disentangled broken vine
Come show me tihs is mine to breath and hold
Throughout abandoned hill a stillness set unreal
By image not by two you grew
Summer day will shine..
Carry on your way decide at which you want to play
Sentimental reason, con, or game?
To take your further on would only spoil the fun
Can't you feel it higher, growing, never Knowing?
Sometimes a laugh in a show that's cold
When the legend is burning yet not quite sold
To the man in the middle it's only a riddle
Come ut of a local rag.
When they hand you a thing and expect you to sing
To the tune of The Groom and his flying Ballon
Till the only resort is the flu that you caught
While preparing a dish for someone called En Blue.
Soak un the flakes of an emptying bowl and go
Down river, down reverse, downing in one below
Hot on the trail let the wind fill the sail
And be leaving from where you are.
Left to uncover a scene unseen
Though the wing of the plover is seldom seen
I may open my hands when the Garden expands
Taking part with an individuality.
Leg after leg in the line surround
All are touching toes of adjacen ground
Low can nature resist to make any seed twist
Move along, run a long, long way.
So you turn and resist from this windy place
Oh but is it from me that you hide your place
I am now to return to my natural pace
And remember today as I walk through my way
But the farmer frolorn and the break of dawn
Will go fading, fading away.