we ask for truth and get more lies
the ones who lead have nothing left
when our boss speaks honesty dies
we ask for truth and get more lies
we wanted bees and got more flies
of common sense we are bereft
we ask for truth and get more lies
the ones who lead have nothing left
a sort of vision comes half sight half dream
the things we need aren't obvious or clear
all that we want's receding from the near
the whole of light becomes a single beam
and yet the day is very far from drear
a sort of vision comes half sight half dream
the top of life is here the very cream
all that we face is less than we can bear
what matters are the things that we hold dear
a sort of vision comes half sight half dream
the final torment comes in name of hope
we are not sure but know of its return
in all the forms for which a child may yearn
the temple's reached by way of a steep slope
and at its heart the cleanest fire will burn
the final torment comes in name of hope
we're told that we are just supposed to cope
we haven't seen all of the things we'll earn
but know that all the milk is in the churn
the final torment comes in name of hope
i haven't thought about what i must say
the chosen words must be allowed to serve
that is a form of comfort on the curve
we choose with care the least appalling way
the one that lets us act with flair and verve
i haven't thought about what i must say
we let the jackass and the jennet bray
you know that you wouldn't have the nerve
to make the journey you would have to swerve
i haven't thought about what i must say
a name is not enough to find the soul
we measure value by the food and pound
the sky matters far less than the ground
we want to stir the river with a pole
a little axis makes the world go round
a name is not enough to find the soul
a matter of selecting the best goal
we don't demand either a sight or sound
we will not leave a track for any hound
a name is not enough to find the soul
it's hot and summery on this first night
we look outside and praise the longest day
the world is filled by myriad beings bright
we see the world with more than normal sight
and praise those things that take our breath away
it's hot and summery on this first night
aloft the birds perform their dance of flight
while we sit here to bid the moment stay
the world is filled with myriad beings bright
we take these matters as our simple right
but in our hearts we know that they are play
it's hot and summery on this first night
against us now the facts will never fight
we cannot from this long path ever stray
the world is filled with myriad beings bright
we know that we must turn back to our plight
but for this moment we pause and delay
its hot and summery on this first night
the world is filled with myriad beings bright
we come to celebrate the turning year
as revellers who dance now down the hill
we drink the water of the sacred rill
the trees we know will flower forth and bear
fruit for the delectation of both jack and jill
we come to celebrate the turning year
this solstice now of all nights is most dear
the river in the distance turns the mill
and we rejoice that we're all living still
we come to celebrate the turning year
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