So I'm going to give up a little
of my space
here to David for a song
I really treasure
called Harp Tree Lament.
Well it is from Baron Von Tollbooth,
it has a...
Isn't it? I think it is.
What would it gain me if I was to go
Like Jacob of old to the well of the world
To wax halls
where candles burn on
through the day
To light you a path
so you'd never lose your way
I was down in the valley
where the shadows grow long.
The birds in the hot tree
were singing their song.
There is time to deliver,
time to receive.
Oh, that you're lacking
whatever you need.
turn around, by the by,
you'll still see the sea,
as it was in the dawn
and as it always will be.
So raise up your bottles,
drink down the blood you planted,
the vine here in spite of the flood.
Turn an ear to the heart tree
and eye to the walls,
the songs in the string
and nowhere at all.
No shel ter
nowhere
except in the fire
The birds in the tree
can't finish their song
Then rest in its branches
which is where they be long
But where can a man go
that's sweet to his soul
When his time is not ready
And he's still turning old
Here's a drum for the piper
And a tune for his lady
Cause out side the thin wall
The waves are still ra ging
Here's one for the hot tree
And one for a song
One for the morning
When the night was too long
Here's one for the candle
That lights you to bed
And one for the sword
That hangs over your head