After pyramids Sudanese countless wondrous miles The region of the swamps swallows up the flow of the Nile Here's where monotony and misery contend Where the aspect of such emptiness loneliness transcends Two and a half thousand miles from the sea The whale headed stork pokes among the reeds.
Swamp flies terrorize Fireflies tantalize How to go? If the river knows it only lies Heat! Humidity.
The few thoughts left to me I shepherd so lovingly I looked down then looked up again There was the whale head king We saw eye to eye It was so civilized I could see he pitied me.
I fell into a change I went to sleep in Gay Paree Woke up in Salt Lake City.
Nights are a cool breeze for senses that are stunned In the roar of the sun the point of it's undone Thoughts are a formless tune That wanders in and out of key The only words I don't forget How much you mean to me.
The few thoughts left to me I shepherd so lovingly I looked down I looked up again I was happy to see you I was so happy I danced a jig.
I fell on the ground I jumped up again I fell into a basement As I lay on my back I could hear water on the walls The scurrying of mice in the corners.
I was in the basement I opened my eyes I picked myself up I looked at the steps I had just bounced down I brushed the cobwebs off I looked around.
Equatorial lakes Mountains of the moon Like a dream I happened to see you Like a dream I was happy to see you.
The farmer's wife is taken aback Taken aback by an empty tract The farmer's wife is taken aback taken aback Seeing how people run Fleeing with the setting sun A ruin is what a city has become The dream faded soon Faded soon by the light of the moon.
The Farmer's Wife takes the time to speak To the empty streets The ones who loved you Where are they gone? Who cared and thought about you? Where are they gone? Gone gone Faded soon by the light of the moon.
The mighty are fallen The proud brought low The visions of the past Are thoughts the heirs don't know The mighty are fallen.
The Farmer's Wife is taken aback Taken aback by empty tracts What the old ones know The young ones don't What the lover knows The stranger won't Faded soon By the light of the moon.
The Farmers wife takes her time Speaks to empty streets Through the years the Law is unchanged The land is a loan Life will reclaim.
The Farmer's Wife is bigger than life Bigger than life with a carving knife Seeing how the people run Fleeing with the setting sun A ruin is what a city has become Left overnight overgrown by noon Life leaps out of the ground Out of the ground in the empty town.
When the sound of the day is the rain not falling The whole world goes slow but a friend is not stalling The hand of kindness is like a treasure found A friend won't ever wear you down.
A friend's not shy Not deaf dumb and blind True friends will call and save you two dimes True friends are hard to find.
Friends won't remember hurt and pain The heat of the moment will not be sustained Love is a bond not easily cracked Never mind the tears and remember the fact. A friend's not shy Not deaf dumb and blind True friends will call and save you two dimes True friends are hard to find.