Now I travel along this lonely ro… With soft light and calm air all a… And at my side an unseen presence… And at every turn I saw a view be… I saw rippling streams, and quiet…

Behind the face, the clown Therein lies a broken heart The mask portrays better days But life for him was down Inside every clown

Perhaps it’s the sunlight in the t… Or the rustling of the leaves. The gentle ripples on the lake, When you are on my mind. Maybe its when I go to sleep,

Beautiful flower virgin white In swathes around the winter beech In pockets glowing beneath the emp… On the roadside verge with bowing… The cold winter sun and biting win…

Life is a dream they tell And it’s all down hill from here The shops are filled with vagrants And there’s a fire on the hill The union bosses are out there

Strange to think that the days hav… When in dreams a new reality gleam… That in the hours awake a dream it… In which of these places do I see… Where is the space in which I bel…

This place is from another age Invisible, but not to those who ra… A place not of peace, of quiet, or… But a place where precious memorie… Where is it then that I do stand?

Here I am in the park asleep, Dreaming of things that might have… Down am I, and passers peep, And maybe wonder what things I’ve… Sleeping in an old jaguar car,

I see you as a shadow now Upon the very ground Where once you trod In that bright sun All those years ago

All my sorrows may disappear All my woes my leave me All my fears might go away But to return another day Will my sadness be lost in time?

My heart it tells me something But wanders into night time The skies are always falling The horizon is always calling People tell me stories