Orpheus with his lute made trees

Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Everything that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In […]

Then don’t mind me ‘cos I ain’t nothin’ but a dream

Let the river rock you like a cradle Climb to the treetops, child, if you’re able Let your hands tie a knot across the table. Come and touch the things you cannot feel. And close your fingertips and fly where I can’t hold you Let the sun-rain fall and let the dewy clouds enfold you […]