Fingers on the harp-string creep

Music is a pool so deep

Feel the trembling world of sound returning

Work it with your heart and soul

Wash your face in sound and stroll

Into the ground that's always burning



So you get uncertain words

Poetry you've never heard

And you ask yourself "What is the meaning?"

At first it seems a bit obscure

But as you hear it more and more

It could be the truth to which you're learning



And all you need's a tiny clue

I say no more

To make the whole come through to you

I say ok



If a man ignores the play

Everything must be his way

Who can judge the sense in what he's saying?

Mystery embrace us all

And when we can't catch the ball

Wise or fool we all must turn to praying