I wish I was a fisherman tumblin' on the seas far away from dry land and it's bitter memories castin' out my sweet line with abandonment and love no ceiling bearin' down on me save the starry sky above with light in my head with you in my arms... i wish i was the brakeman on a hurtlin fevered train crashin head long into the heartland like a cannon in the rain with the feelin of the sleepers and the burnin of the coal countin the towns flashin by and a night that's full of soul with light in my head with you in my arms...
And I know I will be loosened from the bonds that hold me fast and the chains all around me will fall away at last and on that grand and fateful day I will take thee in my hand I will ride on a train I will be the fisherman With light in my head You in my arms...
I dreamed myself from the sultry plains to the old green square back in old Maybole Rode the wind up to Stornaway paused at the peak, pacified my soul Caught the bus at the faery fort made it to the mansion on the Boyne See I come around to the ancient ways I took a tip from the buddha boy
I just found god I just found god I just found god where he always was
We came down from the hill of dreams Bernadette, mother earth and you and me through Carraroe, down the wildwood side blinding out eyes in the shallow seas Drank fire with the King of the Blues, plugged in to the medicine way Took a long last look at Crazy Horse push now for a golden age
I just found god I just found god I just found god where he always was
I found myself on the roof of the world just waiting for to get my wings Strange angel in the changing light said
Drop your guns and hear the news The war is won and we've called a truce The key is found and the circle complete And the higher ground is beneath our feet
Like the turn of a page or a change of gear A brand new age is already here And even while men pursue their doom A magical child is kicking in the womb
I'm preparing for birth I'm not the only one I'm a part of the Earth I'm a drop of the Sun I'm in step with the stars I'm in a league with the land I'm a functioning part of the Master's Plan!
Behold the flashing waters A cloven dancing jet, That from the milk-white marble For ever foam and fret; Far off in drowsy valleys Where the meadow saffrons blow, The feet of summer dabble In their coiling calm and slow. The banks are worn forever By a people sadly gay: A Titan with loud laughter, Made them of fire clay. Go ask the springing flowers, And the flowing air above, What are the twin-born waters, And they'll answer Death and Love.
With wreaths of withered flowers Two lonely spirits wait With wreaths of withered flowers 'Fore paradise's gate. They may not pass the portal Poor earth-enkindled pair, Though sad is many a spirit To pass and leave them there Still staring at their flowers, That dull and faded are. If one should rise beside thee, The other is not far. Go ask the youngest angel, She will say with bated breath, By the door of Mary's garden Are the spirits Love and Death.
I'm preparing to fly under my own steam I'm preparing to fly into a dream
I'm in love all over again I'm head over heels I can't even begin to tell you how it feels She lives on a rock surrounded by light She's young and she's wild and she's treating me right
I'm preparing to fly under my own steam I'm preparing to fly into a dream
I shed some light I change my address I haven't felt so great since I first went west I've got brilliant intentions unthinkable plans I've got sparks and electric shocks just exploding from my hands
I'm preparing to fly under my own steam I'm preparing to fly into a dream
I'm back in the saddle I'm out in the clear I got no regrets I've got nothing to fear I've battled my demons come out on top I'm gonna love you as hard as I can never gonna stop
I'm preparing to fly under my own steam I'm preparing to fly into a dream