Spoke the Queen of Dreams, I was Lord of the Forest Walked within her paths, sheltered within her bowers Pine needles for my pillow, the dove my only true friend I was Lord of the Forest.
Spoke the Queen of Souls, I was Lord of the Ocean Swam beneath her waves, sheltered within her shipwrecks Precious gifts I bring you from rusting hulls of the deep I was Lord of the Ocean.
Spoke the Queen of Heads, I was Lord of the Mountains Scaled her highest peaks, sheltered within her valleys Climb high upon my shoulders, I will show you the world I was Lord of the Mountains.
I had no head for heights but close my eyes to make the climb Oh Queen of Dreams Oh Queen of Souls Oh Queen of Heads It's time.
Crowded afternoon and there's not enough room in the city today The people assembled to hear what resembled evangelists say Some came just to see them for a laugh, others to be free Fools must pretend to be wise, we've a faith that we use as a heavy disguise.
Tears from the crowd with men crying aloud or just ringing their hands The love in their hearts at this joining of people from far away lands I'd so many questions I could ask, I wanted to be free Fools must pretend to be wise, we've a faith that we use as a heavy disguise.
Cheers from the crowd for a much-loved constituent lately arrived Here's to the soul of the man who takes toll for just staying alive Can't ignore the feeling in the air, glad that I was there Fools must pretend to be wise, we've a faith that we use as a heavy disguise.
Evening drew on with a change of opinion from left wing and right And North accused South who were left little doubt that they needed to fight I cannot begin to understand the suffering tonight Fools must pretend to be wise Fools must pretend to be wise Fools must pretend to be wise, we've a faith that we use as a heavy disguise.
There's blood in the dust where the city's heart beats The children play games that they take from the streets How can you teach when you've so much to learn ? May you turn, may you turn, may you turn, may you turn May you turn, may you turn in your grave new world ?
There is hate in your eyes, I have seen it before Planning destruction behind the locked door Were you the coward who fired the last shot ? May you rot, may you rot, may you rot, may you rot May you rot, may you rot in your grave new world ?
There is death in the air with the lights growing dim As those who survive sing a desperate hymn Pray that God grants you one final request May you rest, may you rest, may you rest, may you rest May you rest, may you rest in your grave new world ?
You talked of me with acid tongue And pointed trembling spiteful hands Your presence almost overwhelmed.
When Mother Nature tends her young She comforts each and every one The flower sheds its seeds and flourishes.
But now I walk a mile high, my shoulders in the clouds I have seen the sun break through, I'll speak my thoughts aloud sometime For now I see tomorrow just as clearly as I see today While yesterday which meant so much has grown so far away.
The scarecrow stood with its head held high admiring the view from the hill The waterfall scattered its glistening jewels as the heron stood gracefully still It seemed I looked without seeing, I failed to grasp what I saw For all of Nature's beautiful gifts I blissfully chose to ignore.
As sandy beaches and soft swelling tides invite the inquisitive young And caviar, oysters and pate de foie invite the discerning tongue So comes the desire to be lost awhile in the depths of the forest glade Midst the cool deep greens where ancient oaks cast wondrous spells in their shade.
And if sometimes I feel in retrospect a regret for the waste of my youth Then I pause to reflect that I still have time before growing long in the tooth To achieve all the things that I should have achieved when idleness led me astray And being aware of what I have missed, I'm extending my use of the day.
Half light appears shading in the weary days Darkness draws near spreading chills in endless ways Death holds no fear for those who see clear Is it today, Lord, that I'll reach you ? Is it today, Lord, that I'll reach you ?
Old minds gain will strengthened by their silent prayer New seekers still searching for you everywhere Some find the way to reach you and say Is it today, Lord, that I'll see you ? Is it today, Lord, that I'll reach you ?