Oh I feel the bonds of this world on me
A check them out some days
Sand to the sea
Now windows are closed
All the countrymen bloody
Closing up store for the rest of the days
And only the people I wish to be stay
Will come to the aid to buy quietly beer
The first ones of hope
Will appear at my window
And out of their wings they'll fly through the sunset
Mothers and fathers
They all will appear
Along with those people
That I don't hear
I have Aphrodite, my wife with me
With space all around me
And all is my own
Maybe someday I'll be readin'
Of the life that I used to be leadin'
Will it seem to me as it does right now
Others watching the noise
Will pass me somehow
And the things that I seek
Are soon to be showing
The path in the road
Will be brilliantly blowing
And each step I take will be filled with knowin'
As to where all this time has been flowin'
Voices all raise at the thought of a presence
Harps bein' played by twelve dozen peasants
Reminds me of land so easily forgotten
Which trumpets or triumph I blow
Long before me
If there was such time
Who's idea was it
That thought up the rhyme
To snatch us from everywhere
All feelin' fine
Who would be willing to say
It was mine, sir
Not me
Or not I
And so who
Anybody see me
I'll always be with you
Tryin' to tell you the chances you have
Your indecision might well drive you mad
But bein' made of stone
You can never survive
Your presence surrounding
Is just a disguise
I would be happy to speak of the tale
As Jonah spoke freely of inside the whale
You all will find out
When you all set sail
We'll all be together for some final glory
We, be happy
Oh, be happy
Oh, brothers and sisters
Sing praises of glory
Be thankful we're all goin' home
Sing praises of glory
Be thankful we're all goin' home