I woke early like a condemned man to the naivety of birdsong.
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.
Fame is but a fruit tree- so very unsound. It can never flourish ’till its stock is in the ground.
And see she flies, and she is everywhere.
I don’t like it at home, but I can’t bear it anywhere else.