And the ways of the old, old winds blowing you back 'round

Now the pale morning sings of forgotten things 

She plays a tune for those who wish to overlook 

The fact that they've been blindly deceived 

By those who preach and pray and teach 

But she falls short and the night explodes in laughter 

But don't you come here and say I didn't warn you 

About the way your world can alter 

And oh how you try to command it all still 

Every single time it all shifts one way or the other 

i bought their album the other weekend and have been listening nonstop.  just listen.  just watch.  poetic sceneries and lyrical senses.  the Mother's essence playing along from beginning to end.  i am mesmerized by the magic and beauty combined.

*** wisdom, compassion, peace, and love ***