Pagan Streams - Van Morrison
    And we walked the pagan streams
    And searched for white horses on surrounding hills
    We lived where dusk had meaning
    And repaired to quiet sleep, where noise abated
    In touch with the silence
    On Honey Street, on Honey Street

    What happened to a sense of wonder
    On yonder hillside, getting dim
    Why didn't they leave us, alone
    Why couldn't we just be ourselves
    We could dream, and keep bees
    And live on Honey Street

    And we walked the pagan streams
    In meditation and contemplation
    And we didn't need anybody, or anything
    Then, no concepts, being free
    And I wanna climb that hillside again, with you
    One more time

    As the great, great, great, great, great, great, great
    Being watches over
    And we repair, repair, repair, shhh, repair, shhh, we repair
    To Honey Street, to Honey Street.

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