There's a nightingale singing from a tree in the woods
And his voice slices through the chilly air;
The silver coated fox stops and listens to the song
As she pokes her pretty nose out of her lair.
Delicious smells come tiptoeing
Around the oven door.
They come creeping through the kitchen,
Up the curtains, 'cross the floor.
Another place, another time
When the world was not possessed by man
And beast played but a minor part;
Evolution had not yet begun.
Christ in a garden of roses -
Where beauty meets beauty
And Love meets the symbol of love;
Dreams - dreams - dreams
Of faraway lands and faraway places,
Strange, foreign names and strange, foreign faces;
Dreams of the sea and dreams of the ocean
Sculpted alabaster gulls on naked stones
Shrug drooping wings while winter crazy weather
Spits tear-salt rain into feather muted solitude
And sailor haunted flaws flute to hungry seas.
You were dangling from the sky
Until the string snapped
And you plunged beak first
Bring the rivers of Your peace, O Lord.
Let them burst their banks and overflow,
Flood the barren, desert lands
Where nothing grows.
For everything there is an hour;
Seasons come and seasons go.
A moment for a rose to bloom,
For the tide to ebb and then to flow.