Was immediately spent And she had no one to turn to So she just turned off her mind She's a well adjusted wanderer But all this stuff takes time On the
upon the waters Therefore I from the depths of my soul Laugh at distractions Amusing myself with songs The shadows of clouds above Played upon the faves of time
"I join the Migrator on its long journey through time and space in search of the planet Earth. On my journey I encounter many fantastic astronomical
The fire is out, and spent the warmth thereof This is the end of every song man sings The golden wine is drunk, the dregs remain : Bitter as warmwood
(Traditional) Hush-a-bye, don't you cry Go to sleepy, little baby When you wake you shall have All the pretty little horses Way down yonder in the
(E. E. Cummings) On a great horse of gold Into the silver dawn. Four lean hounds crouched low and smiling The merry deer ran before. Fleeter be they
yeah That's the time That's the time I love the best Freedom is a word I rarely use Without thinking, oh yeah, Without thinking, hm-m Of the time Of the time
(J. L. Gili, F. Garcia Lorca, S. Spender) I want to sleep the dream of the apples To withdraw from the tumult of cemeteries I want to sleep the dream
(W. Whitman) I saw the vision of armies; And I saw, as in noiseless dreams, hundreds of battle-flags, Borne through the smoke of the battles and pierced
(N. Rosten) In Guernica the dead children were layed out in order on the sidewalk In their white starched dresses In their pitiful white dresses On
(W. Blake) I wander through each chartered street, Near where the chartered Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet, Marks of weakness, marks
(A. Waley) Minister of War, we are the king's claws and fangs. Why should you roll us on from misery to misery, Giving us no place to stop in or take
(J. Donne) No man is an island, No man stands alone, Each man's joy is joy to me, Each man's grief is my own. We need one another, So I will defend
(H. Treece) I take with me where I go a pen and a golden bowl; Poet and beggar step in my shoes, or a prince in a purple shawl. I bring with me when
(W. Owen) So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went, And took the fire with him, and a knife. And as they sojourned both of them together, Isaac the
Oo, precious time placed it's hand on me; Oo, precious time, how it rescued me." Oo, how it rescued me, how it rescued me. Oh, there's a place in time
we need is the time...oh you need a change All we need is the time...time, time, time Time can heal...time to mend...time to even love again Time where
