Instrumental

Showed me pictures in the gallery
Showed me novels on the shelf
Put my hands across the table
Gave me knowledge of myself.
Showed me visions, showed me nightmares
Gave me dreams that never end
Showed me light out of the tunnel
When there was darkness all around instead.

Tore down a la Rimbaud
And I wish my message would come
Tore down a la Rimbaud, you know it's hard some time

Saw you shining in the sun this morning
Saw you shining in the moon at night

Saw you shining in the sun this morning
Saw vou shining in the moon at night
Ancient of days, ancient of days, ancient of day a a a ays.

Saw you standing by the winding river
Saw you Standing by the shining stream
Saw you standing by the winding river
Saw you standing bv the shining stream

How the light shone from the master
How the light shone from the master
How the light shone from the master's eyes

Or how the truth shone, from the master
How the truth shone, from the master
How the truth shone, from the master's eyes

Why didn't they leave us to wander through battered summers
Why didn't they leave us to wander when there was no other

If you leave me, if you grieve me
What would I do without you to see me through.
If you hurt me, if you desert me
What would I do, without you, to see me through.

What would I do
Tell me I wanna know
Who would I see
What would I know.

Well I'm crazy about my baby
What would I do without you, to see me through.
What would I do
Tell me I wanna know
Who would I see

I walked in my greatcoat
Down through the days of the leaves.
No before after, yes after before
We were shining our light into the days of blooming wonder
In the eternal presence, in the presence of the flame.

Didn't I come to bring you a sense of wonder
Didn't I come to lift your fiery vision bright
Didn't I come to bring you a sense of wonder in the flame.

If you only knew all the problems
That a man like me has to face.
If you only knew all the stupid
Things that keep a man from his place.
I wouldn't want to steer you wrong
But if you want to sing your own song.
Your gonna have to lose a few.
If you only knew.

There's a voice cryin' out in the wilderness
All your trails have not been in vain
And you're doin' the best you know how to do
Gaining strength in the things that remain

You're part of the plan
For a new kind of man to come through

There's an angel that's watching right over you
All your trials have not been in vain
Won't you lift your head up to the starry night

(Incorporating The Price Of Experience. Text: William Blake)
Let the slave grinding at the mill run out into the field
Let him look up into the heavens and laugh in the bnght air
Let the inchained soul, shut up in darkness and in sighing
Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary Years
Rose and look out; his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are open;