The messengers with sharpened heels Flew backwards into whose galloping arms And the impassioned Phoenix Drawls a sad goodnight to fiction's tomb Then
Papa would take me to the park to see the swans By hansom cab trotting so high Holding his hand to see the swans Hissing louder than rustling dresses
Just another rusty brother Seeing his old role replayed Looking in the world like a broken mirror Seeing his old face displayed They come and go, come
Captured by Hitler with Oliver Twist in the tower Guards say, "Here's pens and paper, just sit down and work for an hour" Oh, goodness, how can we escape
We're all still here, no one has gone away Waiting, acting much too well and procrastinating The cross of the earth, the four winds point them Body to
When I was born I had no head My eye was single and my body was filled with light And the light that I was, was the light that I saw by And the light
All around this wide country the winter it has now begun Now is the time to slip away from the California sun To a place where a man can be free as the
Gather round friends and I'll show you what I made Something in my bag that'll surprise you all It's a secret, don't push, I'm not ready Something to
I'm calling to you my cosmic boy For I want to say hello And I see you smile, your shining joy Ah, you look so high, you look so high And I shall dance
I have a ship both sleek and fine Sleek and fine I point her bows wherever I will The Seven Seas they all are mine I call the winds (I call the winds
The natural cards revolve ever changing Seeded elsewhere planted in the garden Fair grow trees, grow trees Tongues of the sheer wind Setting you foot
My cousin has great changes coming One day he'll wake with wings My cousin has great changes coming One day he'll wake with wings Cousin caterpillar
How sweet to be a cloud Floating in the [Incomprehensible] Lying awake, late the other night I heard above me a trembling I looked up, it was a little
I do my job and it's pleasing to me It's getting so I can sail upon the roughest sea On the roughest sea I do alright On the roughest sea I do alright
It's of a famous highwayman a story I will tell His name was Hirem Pawnitof, in bread street he did dwell Through all the storms of his career few troubles
Beautiful Girl: To the South a brightness It is not the moon deep dreams unfurling It is not the starlight far but near I feel in my heart bright joy
Down in Robot City, you might think it's play, play, play Down in Robot City, you might think it's play, play, play But a number 5 Robot, he must work
I'm going way over the white skyline And I'll sing and be happy And you can't keep me here, no how And I'll sing and be happy And my world is my own