Outside my window in the courtyard of the world The gentle rain was falling. No breath of wind, no cry of beast or bird Too quiet, too still, I turned ...
To see the raindrops like a thousand poet's words splash their circles on the stones, Ans seem to wash over everything with love And for a moment the courtyard heard.
Until the sun came bursting through the clouds Hung up his rainbows in the sky And with a laugh of flames said, "Now go chase the gold" And the world became the world ...
Now we're all travellers some seekers and some sought Who leave the courtyard to be caught In nets of self, damned certainty and choice; But do you believe our voice?
You ... you've got what must belong to me, I need! I'll bleed for more possesions. You ... you've got no right to disagree Bow! Kneel! Or fear my aggresions. Thank God if sometines your oyster holds a pearl When the world remains the world ...
Compositores: Peter John Sinfield, Mogol Giulio Rapetti (Mogol), Franco Mussida, Mauro Pagani ECAD: Obra #25836411