The flames burned bright Inside their tents at night Their screams pierced the sky As civilisation continued to die
The flames burned bright Inside their tents at night Their screams pierced the sky As civilisation continued to die
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale’s high note is heard; It is the hour — when lover’s vows Seem sweet in every whisper’d word; And gentle winds and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, …
And I dreamed I saw the bombers Riding shotgun in the sky Turning into butterflies Above our nation I came upon a child of God He was walking along the road And I asked him where are you going And this he told me I’m going on down to Yasgur’s farm * I’m going to …
Sea Fever I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking, And a gray mist on the sea’s face, and a …
When you walk through the storm Hold your head up high And don’t be afraid of the dark At the end of the storm There’s a golden sky And the sweet silver song of the lark Rodgers & Hammerstein
The Saint There is no suffering for the one who has completed the journey, who is freed from sorrow, who has freed oneself on all sides, who has thrown off all chains. The thoughtful exert themselves; they do not delight in a home; like swans who have left their lake, they leave their house …
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