(John Lombardo) The year has pa**ed like a snake on a lawn You could reach for its tail and in a moment it's gone Out from the shadows a dream opens wide Like a light from a star that already has died The woman held her daughters hands (a lucky penny in the well) And sang them songs of distant lands (the ocean in this hollow shell) The pram cut loose away it floats Their song will never reach these boats For eighteen years I have studied the way But I see no more clear and my hair is still grey If someone asked me just what I have found I would point to the heaven, I'd point to the ground The moonbeams dancing on the lake (the snow fell silent soft and white) I've heard their sound it's yours to take (a halo 'round the amber light) The pram cut loose away it floats Their song will never reach these boats I sat upon the master's chair to wait Caught in the midnight sky, the moon would silver everything: Head up eyes straight The lamplight burning, the staircase is steep And the children are noisy so no one can sleep The wind is rising, a train whistle moans I am clapping my hands and I'm coming back home One room, one bed, one jar, one bowl (the starlings perched along a wire) There's not a single house I know (the poachers huddled 'round the fire) The pram cut loose away it floats Their song will never reach these boats The grand dream palace as the hour grew late Caught in the midnight sky, the moon would silver everything: Head up eyes straight (and things won't always be this grey) Head up eyes straight (if you don't like it we won't stay Head up