When I stopped for a minute from the madness of what we have become, I listened to this song and it made me cry from the sadness of what we used to have. Maybe this song will catch you off guard like it did, me. And we walked the pagan streams And searched for white horses on surrounding hills We lived where dusk had meaning And repaired to quiet sleep, where noise abated In touch with the silence On Honey Street, on Honey Street What happened to a sense of wonder On yonder hillside, getting dim Why didnt they leave us, alone Why couldnt we just be ourselves We could dream, and keep bees And live on Honey Street And we walked the pagan streams In meditation and contemplation And we didnt need anybody, or anything Then, no concepts, being free And I wanna climb that hillside again, with you One more time As the great, great, great, great, great, great, great Being watches over And we repair, repair, repair, shhh, repair, shhh, we repair
Posted on: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 02:18:53 +0000
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