Rick Wakeman [피아노,키보드,하프시코드,오르간,씬디사이저,프로듀서]

The boatman rose to the sound of his heartbeat
Loud in the silent approach of the dawn
He glanced through the window at mist on the lake
Which hung like a shroud in the still of the morn
The silver cobwebs spun with the dew
Hung from the bushes in filigree splendour
And water lilies asleep on the lake
Were reflected so delicate, tranquil and tender.
The boat man sighed as he strode through the woods
To the place where his boat lay moored to a stake
The hollow sound as his footsteps echoed
Until the sound was lost on the lake
He cast off, poling the boat from the shore
Peering a head through damp clinging haze
He thought that he saw strange swirling shapes
A trick on the eyes that the mist often plays.
So intent was the boatman on crossing the lake
That he failed to notice the current that flowed
Leading his boat from familiar parts
He was firmly, yet somehow unknowingly, towed
All at once the mist seemed to lift
Sufficient to show the boatman a pool
That he'd never seen in the whole of his life
Unnaturally deep, black and silent, and cool.
The boatman's shirt clung to his back
He was sweating both from exertion and fear
He had the sensation that someone was watching
He felt the presence of somebody near
An invisible force prevented him moving
The strength of his arms was utterly sapped
The twisted bushes converged round the lake
Like a fish in a net he was trapped.
Suddenly out of the water before him
The wraith-like form of a maiden appeared
Clad in shimmering radiant robes
The maiden materialised as she neared
The hair which finely crowned her head
Was a halo of golden reflecting the sun
All of the beautiful women of time
Were formed all at once into one.-acap

The hillside was a patchwork quilt
Neatly stitched with tidy hedge
And crumbling grey stone wall
The trees were bare, but Spring was near
To conjure up its endless strings
Of green magic handkerchieves

Could you only see what I've seen
You would surely know what I mean
I think I must have caught a glimpse of heaven.

A string of diamonds formed a stream
That tumbled down the daunting cliff
To sparkle bright on the beach.

New born lambs that sweetly played
Speckled eggs all newly laid
But for you I would have stayed
I think I must have caught a glimpse of heaven

The hillside was a patchwork quilt
Neatly stitched with tidy hedge
And crumbling grey stone wall
The trees were bare, but Spring was near
To conjure up its endless strings
Of green magic handkerchieves

Could you only see what I've seen
You would surely know what I mean
I think I must have caught a glimpse of heaven.

A string of diamonds formed a stream
That tumbled down the daunting cliff
To sparkle bright on the beach.

New born lambs that sweetly played
Speckled eggs all newly laid
But for you I would have stayed
I think I must have caught a glimpse of heaven

Coombes

Politician's fighting hard to win
Getting a good position so he won't have to lose again
The battle's always on, working against disgrace
He has to win you over, well it's always the case
Ends up saving face.

Delegations flying in
Happiest relations, smiling faces, shaking hands
The battle's always on, working against displacement
They have to win them over if it's only a case
Of saving space.

No don't bother telling me, I can see it all for myself
I was born with a mind of my own, I intend to keep it free.

Still the seasons come and go
Bad influences pile up like the dirty driven snow
Turn off the news, I really don't want to know
If there was anywhere left to go, well I think I'd want to go
'Cause I really don't like the show.

No don't bother telling me, I can see it all for myself
I was born with a mind of my own, I intend to keep it free.

Let us be lovers; we'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real estate in my bag
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner's pies
And we walked off, walked off, walked off to look for America

"Kathy," I said, as we boarded the greyhound in Pittsburgh
"Michigan seems like a dream to me now
Took me four days to from Saginaw
They've all gone to look for America
All gone to look for America."

Laughing on the bus, playing games with faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said, "be careful, his bow-tie is really a camera."

"Kathy, I'm lost," I said
Though I knew she was sleeping
Well, I'm empty, and aching, and I don't know why I'm
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
And they've all gone to look for America
All gone to look for America

"Kathy, I'm lost," I said
Although I knew she was sleeping
Well, I'm empty, and aching, and I don't know why I'm
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
And they've all gone to look for America
All gone to look for America
All gone to look for America

A man conceived a moment's answers to the dream.
Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes.
As a foundation left to create the spiral aim,
A movement regained and regarded both the same,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
Changed only for a sight of sound, the space agreed.
Between the picture of time behind the face of need,
Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
Oh.


Coins and crosses


Turn round tailor, assaulting
Never know their fruitless worth;



all the mornings of the interest shown,



presenting one another to the cord,
Cords are broken,

All left dying, rediscovered



Of the door that turned round,
Locked inside the mother earth.

To close the cover, all the



interest shown,
They won't hide, hold, they won't tell you,

To turn one another, to the



sign at the time float your climb.
Watching the world, watching all of the world,
Watching us go by.

And you and I climb over the sea to the valley,
And you and I reached out for reasons to call.

II. Eclipse
Anderson/Bruford/Squire

Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
As a movement regained and regarded both the same,
All complete in the side of seeds of life with you.

III. The Preacher the Teacher
Anderson/Bruford/Howe/Squire

Sad preacher nailed upon the coloured door of time;
Insane teacher be there reminded of the rhyme.
There'll be no mutant enemy we shall certify;
Political ends, as sad remains, will die.
Reach out as forward tastes begin to enter you.
Ooh, ooh.

I listened hard but could not see
Life tempo change out and inside me.
The preacher trained in all to lose his name;
The teacher travels, asking to be shown the same.
In the end, we'll agree, we'll accept, we'll immortalize
That the truth of the man maturing in his eyes,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.

Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
As a moment regained and regarded both the same,
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
A clearer future, morning, evening, nights with you.

IV. Apocalypse
Anderson/Bruford/Howe/Squire

And you and I climb, crossing the shapes of the morning.
And you and I reach over the sun for the river.
And you and I climb, clearer, towards the movement.
And you and I called over valleys of endless seas.

A man conceived a moment's answers to the dream.
Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes.
As a foundation left to create the spiral aim,
A movement regained and regarded both the same,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
Changed only for a sight of sound, the space agreed.
Between the picture of time behind the face of need,
Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
Oh.


Coins and crosses


Turn round tailor, assaulting
Never know their fruitless worth;



all the mornings of the interest shown,



presenting one another to the cord,
Cords are broken,

All left dying, rediscovered



Of the door that turned round,
Locked inside the mother earth.

To close the cover, all the



interest shown,
They won't hide, hold, they won't tell you,

To turn one another, to the



sign at the time float your climb.
Watching the world, watching all of the world,
Watching us go by.

And you and I climb over the sea to the valley,
And you and I reached out for reasons to call.

II. Eclipse
Anderson/Bruford/Squire

Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
As a movement regained and regarded both the same,
All complete in the side of seeds of life with you.

III. The Preacher the Teacher
Anderson/Bruford/Howe/Squire

Sad preacher nailed upon the coloured door of time;
Insane teacher be there reminded of the rhyme.
There'll be no mutant enemy we shall certify;
Political ends, as sad remains, will die.
Reach out as forward tastes begin to enter you.
Ooh, ooh.

I listened hard but could not see
Life tempo change out and inside me.
The preacher trained in all to lose his name;
The teacher travels, asking to be shown the same.
In the end, we'll agree, we'll accept, we'll immortalize
That the truth of the man maturing in his eyes,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.

Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
As a moment regained and regarded both the same,
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
A clearer future, morning, evening, nights with you.

IV. Apocalypse
Anderson/Bruford/Howe/Squire

And you and I climb, crossing the shapes of the morning.
And you and I reach over the sun for the river.
And you and I climb, clearer, towards the movement.
And you and I called over valleys of endless seas.

An orange balloon on the distant horizon
The air had a nip for the sun was still rising
A delicate fusion of ambery tone
Brought warmth to the shore where I walked all alone
Another day begins.
A crab scuttled awkwardly, shyly away
Perhaps the strangest of all nature's rebels
Night shed its cloak with the sounds of the day
The gentle lap of the tide on the pebbles
Another day begins, another day.
The gulls on the breeze, soaring over my head
Like marionettes with invisible thread
The day unfurled like the flags on a mast
Spelling a message of sunshine at last
Another day begins, another day.
I walked along for miles
The clear blue sky was free
And the smiles shone like pearls on the sea
Another day begins, another day.
Far too soon it was time to be leaving
A gull flew ahead of me bobbing and weaving
It caught my eye with a quizzical stare
Was it my love, was it she who was there?
Another day begins.
I climbed the steep path to the high cliff top's heather
The sea was as clear as a fresh mountain stream
The gull as it circled away dropped a feather
A souvenir of a beautiful day dream
Another day begins, another day.

An orange balloon on the distant horizon
The air had a nip for the sun was still rising
A delicate fusion of ambery tone
Brought warmth to the shore where I walked all alone
Another day begins.
A crab scuttled awkwardly, shyly away
Perhaps the strangest of all nature's rebels
Night shed its cloak with the sounds of the day
The gentle lap of the tide on the pebbles
Another day begins, another day.
The gulls on the breeze, soaring over my head
Like marionettes with invisible thread
The day unfurled like the flags on a mast
Spelling a message of sunshine at last
Another day begins, another day.
I walked along for miles
The clear blue sky was free
And the smiles shone like pearls on the sea
Another day begins, another day.
Far too soon it was time to be leaving
A gull flew ahead of me bobbing and weaving
It caught my eye with a quizzical stare
Was it my love, was it she who was there?
Another day begins.
I climbed the steep path to the high cliff top's heather
The sea was as clear as a fresh mountain stream
The gull as it circled away dropped a feather
A souvenir of a beautiful day dream
Another day begins, another day.

I sense Autumn coming on
가을이 다가오는게 느껴져요
The mist has hung low all day
온 종일 안개가 낮게 깔리고
Small birds gather on the wing
작은 새들은 모여서
Preparing to make their way
길 떠날 채비를 해요

The trees begin to show
나무가 초록빛 사이로
A trace of brown among the green
갈색 자욱을 보이기 시작하니
Bringing back the memories
오직 당신과 나만이 간직했던
That only you and I have seen
그 추억이 떠올라요

I sense Autumn coming on
다가오는 가을이 느껴져요
The sun sinking red and deep
태양은 붉게 물들어 기울어가고
The fires burning in the fields
들판에는 불꽃이 타올라요
As late Summer falls asleep
늦여름도 이제 지려나 봐요

The leaves begin to scatter
As the North wind calls their name
북풍이 부르는 소리에
낙엽은 흩어지기 시작하고
Folding gently back into the silent earth
From which they came
낙엽의 고향인 침묵의 대지로
살며시 접어들고 있어요

The Winter Long
기나 긴 겨울

Still waters flow
여전히 냇물은 흐르고
Sea breezes blow
바닷바람도 불어 와요
Wild flowers grow
발 아래에는 야생화가
Abundant at your feet
무성하게 자라고 있어요

Soft falling snow
살포시 내리는 눈
Warm candle glow
따사로이 빛나는 촛불
Flushed faces show
우리가 만났을 적
The pleasure when we meet
설레임을 떠올리는 상기된 얼굴

Hold on to me
내게 기대요
I'll hold on to you
난 당신께 기댈께요
The winter long
기나 긴 겨울 동안
I will always be with you
언제나 당신 곁에 있겠어요

Hold on to me
내게 기대요
I'll hold on to you
난 당신께 기댈께요
I will be the one
당신을 돌보아 줄
Who will always see you through
단 한 사람이 되겠어요

Cousins

I sailed with Miss Columbus for a trip across the sea
The horizon was behind me when I found that I was free
I smashed the glass I drank from, drove it deep into my arm
Tell me, how do you feel now you're back on the farm ?

She put me on the periscope and told me she was lost
She said she was expensive but I did not mind the cost
I said her deep-sea diver did not mean her any harm
Tell me, how do you feel now you're back on the farm ?

I rang the bell of freedom, drank from the well of plenty
The milk of human kindness was succour to my soul
I took her to the mast head and showed her my conditions
She promised me the cargo that she carried in her hold.

The sails were set for sunrise when we found the wind had dropped
I tried to make the time up but the clock had somehow stopped
A fire broke out below the decks and I sounded the alarm
Tell me, how do you feel now you're back on the farm ?

Now you might think it strange of me to write to you this way
For years I was a farmer, but I could not make it pay
Yet here I am a sailor and I feel a sense of calm
Tell me, how do you feel now you're back on the farm ?
Tell me, how do you feel now you're back on the farm ?

Cousins

The wanderer has far to go
Humble must he constant be
Where the paths of wisdom
Distant is the shadow of the setting sun.

Bless the daytime, bless the night
Bless the sun which gives us light
Bless the thunder, bless the rain
Bless all those who cause us pain.

Yellow stars may lead the way
All diversions lead astray
While his resolution holds
Fortune and good will will surely follow him.

Bless the free man, bless the slave
Bless the hero in his grave
Bless the soldier, bless the saint
Bless all those whose hearts grow faint.

Bless the daytime, bless the night
Bless the sun which gives us light
Bless the thunder, bless the rain
Bless all those who cause us pain.

Bless the free man, bless the slave
Bless the hero in his grave
Bless the soldier, bless the saint
Bless all those whose hearts grow faint.

Bless the daytime, bless the night
Bless the sun which gives us light
Bless the thunder, bless the rain
Bless all those who cause us pain.

Bless the free man, bless the slave
Bless the hero in his grave
Bless the soldier, bless the saint
Bless all those whose hearts grow faint.

…

Cousins

The wanderer has far to go
Humble must he constant be
Where the paths of wisdom
Distant is the shadow of the setting sun.

Bless the daytime, bless the night
Bless the sun which gives us light
Bless the thunder, bless the rain
Bless all those who cause us pain.

Yellow stars may lead the way
All diversions lead astray
While his resolution holds
Fortune and good will will surely follow him.

Bless the free man, bless the slave
Bless the hero in his grave
Bless the soldier, bless the saint
Bless all those whose hearts grow faint.

Bless the daytime, bless the night
Bless the sun which gives us light
Bless the thunder, bless the rain
Bless all those who cause us pain.

Bless the free man, bless the slave
Bless the hero in his grave
Bless the soldier, bless the saint
Bless all those whose hearts grow faint.

Bless the daytime, bless the night
Bless the sun which gives us light
Bless the thunder, bless the rain
Bless all those who cause us pain.

Bless the free man, bless the slave
Bless the hero in his grave
Bless the soldier, bless the saint
Bless all those whose hearts grow faint.

…

Cousins

The wanderer has far to go
Humble must he constant be
Where the paths of wisdom
Distant is the shadow of the setting sun.

Bless the daytime, bless the night
Bless the sun which gives us light
Bless the thunder, bless the rain
Bless all those who cause us pain.

Yellow stars may lead the way
All diversions lead astray
While his resolution holds
Fortune and good will will surely follow him.

Bless the free man, bless the slave
Bless the hero in his grave
Bless the soldier, bless the saint
Bless all those whose hearts grow faint.

Bless the daytime, bless the night
Bless the sun which gives us light
Bless the thunder, bless the rain
Bless all those who cause us pain.

Bless the free man, bless the slave
Bless the hero in his grave
Bless the soldier, bless the saint
Bless all those whose hearts grow faint.

Bless the daytime, bless the night
Bless the sun which gives us light
Bless the thunder, bless the rain
Bless all those who cause us pain.

Bless the free man, bless the slave
Bless the hero in his grave
Bless the soldier, bless the saint
Bless all those whose hearts grow faint.

…

The wanderer has far to go
Humble must he constant be
Where the paths of wisdom lead
Distant is the shadow of the setting sun

Bless the daytime
Bless the night
Bless the sun which gives us light
Bless the thunder
Bless the rain
Bless all those who cause us pain

Yellow stars may lead the way
All diversions lead astray
While his resolution holds
Fortune and good will will surely follow him

Bless the free man
Bless the slave
Bless the hero in his grave
Bless the soldier
Bless the saint
Bless all those whose hearts grow faint

(Anderson / Howe / Wakeman / Bruford / Bacon)
In 1954 the British Government, in order to maintain the balance
of power between East and West, exploded their first atom bomb at
Woomera. They failed to contact all of the Aborigine peoples at
the time. The Aborigines still call this 'the day of the cloud.'
A new born land
Dreaming by the sky
The scent of colours
In the flowers
Believe it's small
In many ways
It holds the key
That divides the super powers
This road is never lonely
To ENGLAND they are tied
They were blasted by the Silver Cloud
There were blasted to the wall alive
This place, this place ain't big enough for stars and stripes
Counting out the statesmen
Bungling one by one
Spelling out this segregation
So the catchword be
Looking after number one
They release the fear inside
Are human after all
So begins our dream time
They hunted like the dinosaur
We the pure
They the savage innocent
How we crush our existence after all
Come on
For without them
We are lonely
This England we are blind
Like all the Empires crumble
Will surely change the tide
This place ain't big enough for red and white
This place ain't big enough for stars and stripes
This place - This place
This place is theirs, by their birthright
This place
The sun gives better reasons
United we are blind
To deliver our existence
Keep it up
Keep it up
This human tide, give it some
We can break the ties
Of recent changes
Know the ones who
Hold the key
Singing out the congregation
We are them and they are we
This place ain't big enough for red and white
This place ain't big enough for stars and stripes
This place
This place
This place is theirs by their birthright

I - Divided
Cousins

The gypsy girl stood quite alone
Her eyes were brightly shining
Her head was in the clouds
Where she had found the silver lining
And all the while the crippled boy
Was dancing with his lady fair
While I stood on the sidelines
Trying to make out that I wasn't there.

So loud the music grew and grew
With ever greater pain
I stepped back in the shadows
For I could not stand the strain
I tried to look, my eyes were blind
I tried to speak but could not find
The words to say.

They left me lying where I lay
I could not bear the light of day.

Treat me kindly dear blue angel
Deepest colour of the night
Be merciful, be gentle
For I have no strength to fight.

II - Half Worlds Apart
Cousins

So I lay in half world dream state
Pressed like a flower in the pages of a half book
Words in softly spoken whispers
Steal through the silence of the blue veiled half light
The best of questions have no answers
The best of answers need no questions
Born on the quest for a wave of half peace
Acquired in a Dresden china cuplet
Bound in the chains of the half book binding
Half way to my half life.

Treat me kindly dear blue angel
Deepest colour of the night
Be merciful, be gentle
For I have no strength to fight.

So she lay in half museum
Pinned like a butterfly which failed to reach its half life
Tender moments left half spoken
Lost like an orphan in the pleasures of the dream state
A man of honour has no secrets
How can I be a man of secrets
Trapped in the web of the woven blue veil
Peering to find the angel weaver
Most sacred saviour of the silver lining
Half way to my half life.

Treat me kindly dear blue angel
Deepest colour of the night
Be merciful, be gentle
For I have no strength to fight.

III - At Rest
Cousins

Sleep the sleep of peace my love
And I will let you be
I alone can comfort
I alone can set you free
I will be your healer
And give you back your pride
In times of need remember me
At rest here by your side.

When the hour of darkness comes
And time itself stands still
When voices from the future
Seem to come and go at will
I will be your servant
Your ever constant guide
When all is lost remember me
At rest here by your side.

The wisdom of the fool is such
That he alone is sane
So delicate the balance
That e'er the moon could wax and wane
I will be your teacher
And show you where to hide
When all else fails remember me
At rest here by your side.

Treat me kindly dear blue angel
Deepest colour of the night
Be merciful, be gentle
For I have no strength to fight

Dyfan's tale
Of the holy Canon Dale
Setting sail
Homeward for his lonely cell
In your holy ground I found.

Peace to dwell
The beginning of a world
Love entwined
Throughout all the world combined
In your holy ground I found.

Days and day
He would go his chosen way
Keeping trace
Of the things you do and say
In your holy ground I foun