Sister Bluebird flying high
above,
Shine your wings forward to
the sun.
Hide the myst'ries of life
on your way.
Though you've seen them, please
don't say a word.
What you don't know, I have
never heard.
Starship Trooper, go sailing
on by,
Catch my soul, catch the very
light.
Hide the moment from my eager
eye.
Though you've seen them, please
don't tell a soul.
What you can't see, can't
be very whole.
Speak to me of summer, long
winters longer than time can remember,
The setting up of other roads,
to travel on in old accustomed ways.
I still remember the talks
by the water, the proud sons and daughter that,
Knew the knowledge of the
land, that spoke to me in sweet accustomed ways.
Mother life, hold firmly on
to me.
Catch my knowledge higher
than the day.
Lose as much as only you can
show.
Though you've seen them, please
don't say a word.
What I don't know, I have
never shared.
b. Disillusion
Loneliness is a pow'r that
we possess to give or take away forever.
All I know can be shown by
your acceptance of the facts there shown before you.
Take what I say in a diff'rent
way and it's easy to say
that this is all confusion.
As I see a new day in me,
I can also show it you and you may follow.
Speak to me of summer, long
winters longer than time can remember,
The setting up of other roads,
to travel on in old accustomed ways.
I still remember the talks
by the water, the proud sons and daughter that,
Knew the knowledge of the
land, spoke to me in sweet accustomed ways.
c: Wurm
(Instrumental)
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