Peter Sinfield - Still lyrics

Still I wonder how it is to be a stream From a dark well constant flowing Winding seawards over ancient mossy wheels Yet feel no need of knowing? Still I wonder how it is to be a tree Circled servant to the seasons Only drink on sky and rake the winter wind And need no seal of reasons? Still I wonder why I wonder why I'm here All my words just the shaft of my flail As I race o'er this beautiful sphere Like a dog who his chasing his… Tailors and tinkers, princes and Incas Sailors and sinkers, before me and like me… Still I wonder how it is to be a bird Singing each dawns sweet effusions; Flying far away when all the world has stirred Yet seek no vain conclusions… Still I wonder if I pa**ed some time ago As a bird, or a stream, or a tree? To mount up high you first must sink down low Like the changeable tides of the Caesars and Pharoahs, prophets and heroes Poets and hobos, before me and after me all the Painters and dancers, mountainside chancers Merchants and gamblers, bankers and ramblers Winners and losers, angels and boozers Beatles and Bolans, raindrops and oceans Kings, pawns and deacons, fainthearts and beacons Caesars and Pharoahs…