many days journey we came to a peak Where the beast gazed abroad and cried out. We followed his gaze and we thought maybe we saw A spire of gold - no, a trick
make it through. Out of the night and out of the dark Into the fire and into the fight Well that's the way the heroes go, Ho! Ho! Ho! Through a crack
When you're asleep they may show you Aerial views of the ground, Freudian slumber empty of sound. Over the rooftops and houses, Lost as it tries
is thicker than blood. But a prison in sand Is a haven in hell, For a gaol can give you a goal And a goal can find you a role On a muddy pitch in
The streets were deserted though the police were alerted, They considered the phone call a hoax. Furtively glancing then jauntily prancing The youth
she was than any that I know. Angels never know it's time To close the book and gracefully decline, The song has found a tale. My, what a jealous
like son Not flesh nor fish nor bone A red rag hangs from an open mouth. Alive at both ends but a little dead in the middle, A-tumbling and a-bumbling