Leave the sleep and let the springtime talk In tongues from the time before man Listen to a daffodil tell her tale Let the guest in, walk out Be the first to greet the morn
The meadows of heaven await harvest The cliffs unjumped, cold waters untouched The elsewhere creatures yet unseen Finally you number came up Free fall awaits the brave.
Come, taste the wine, race the blind They will guide you from the light Writing noughts till the end of time Come, surf the clouds, race the dark It feeds from the runs undone Meet me where cliff greets the sea
The answer to the riddle before your eyes Is in dead leaves and fleeting skies Returning swans and sedulous mice Writing on the garden's book, in the minute of a lover's look
Building a sandcastle close to the shore A house of cards from a worn out deck A home from a fellowship, poise and calm Write a lyric for the song Only you can understand
Come, taste the wine, race the blind They will guide you from the light Writing noughts till the end of time Come, surf the clouds, race the dark It feeds from the runs undone Meet me where cliff greets the sea
Riding' hard every shooting' star Come to life, open mind, have a laugh at the orthodox Come drink deep, let the dam of mind seep Travel with great élan, dance a jig at the funeral
Come, taste the wine, race the blind They will guide you from the light Writing noughts till the end of time Come, surf the clouds, race the dark It feeds from the runs undone Meet me where cliff greets the sea.