I’m the son of the wild swan of Flanders who sailed on a river of dreams my mother, the swan, has left me and gone my home is the banks of the stream.
And the marvellous clouds sail by marvellous clouds aloft in the soft summer sky marvellous clouds.
I’ve seen all the lovers in doorways I’ve heard every promise at dawn I’ve spent too much time just standing in line to be told I should move along.
And the marvellous clouds sail by marvellous clouds aloft in the soft summer sky marvellous clouds.
I’ve looked at the eyes of your heroes as they sailed home from far distant lands the mud on their uniforms, mud on their boots blood on their faces and hands.
And the marvellous clouds sail by marvellous clouds aloft in the soft summer sky marvellous clouds.
My father the king of the mountain looks down and watches his child Come home says he, if you hate what you see you’re young and the country is wild.
But I stay and I wait for the cannons and the drums to stop drumming my ears is it too late mankind, have you run out of time it’s a matter of days or just years.
And the marvellous clouds sail by marvellous clouds aloft in the soft summer sky marvellous clouds marvellous clouds marvellous clouds the marvellous clouds.