Digging down and down for the good turf
Waking all the fingers and thumbs
Did meeting by field that she said
Roping that spade for sake
Everyone is chasing his own dragon
Everyone is chasing his own dragon
Do that againchildren of men
With a floweredsnug sickle
Do that againchildren of wild
All to waterall to the grains
Which could stop BEing choked up
Digging down and down for the good turf
Waking all the fingers and thumbs
Did meeting by field that she said
Roping that spade for sake
Do that againchildren of men
With a floweredsnug sickle
Do that againchildren of wild
All to waterall to the grains
Which could stop BEing choked up
Do that againchildren of noema
Once to make it different
Theres Fantasm guiding you to
Do that againchildren of truth
Find the minefind the tide
And over is their antique joy