Fame is but a fruit tree- so very unsound. It can never flourish ’till its stock is in the ground.
Time has told me not to ask for more, someday our ocean will find its shore.
Life is but a memory Happened long ago. Theatre full of sadness For a long forgotten show.
I never felt magic crazy as this I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea I never held emotion in the palm of my hand Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree But now you’re here Brighten my northern sky.
If you would and you could brighten my northern sky.
I woke early like a condemned man to the naivety of birdsong.
And see she flies, and she is everywhere.
I don’t like it at home, but I can’t bear it anywhere else.