Leave the sleep and let the springtime talk
In tongues from the time before man
Listen to a daffodil tell her tale
Let the guest in, walk out
Be the first to greet the morn

The meadows of heaven await harvest
The cliffs unjumped, cold waters untouched
The elsewhere creatures yet unseen
Finally you number came up
Free fall awaits the brave.
 [bad word]  taste the wine, race the blind
They will guide you from the light
Writing noughts till the end of time [bad word]  surf the clouds, race the dark
It feeds from [bad word] undone
Meet me where cliff greets the sea

The answer to the riddle before your eyes
Is in dead leaves and fleeting skies
Returning swans and sedulous mice
Writing on the garden's book,
In the minute of a lover's look

Building a sandcastle close to the shore
house of cards from a worn out deck
home from a fellowship, poise and calm
Write a lyric for the song
Only you can understand
 [bad word]  taste the wine, race the blind
They will guide you from the light
Writing noughts till the end of time [bad word]  surf the clouds, race the dark
It feeds from [bad word] undone
Meet me where cliff greets the sea

Riding' hard every shooting' star [bad word] to life, open mind, have a laugh at the orthodox [bad word] drink deep, let the dam of mind seep
Travel with great élan, dance a jig at the funeral
 [bad word]  taste the wine, race the blind
They will guide you from the light
Writing noughts till the end of time [bad word]  surf the clouds, race the dark
It feeds from [bad word] undone
Meet me where cliff greets the sea