any Donovan fans out there?
Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 5:41 am
I recently looked at some of Donovan's stuff again. and was surprised by the lyrics of one song. Do not remember this from then
There is an ocean of vast proportion
And she flows within ourselves.
To take dips daily, We dive in gaily.
He knows who goes within himself.
The abode of angels, the mystical promised land,
The one and only heaven; the God of man
Is but the closing of an eyelid away.
There is a silence of pure excellence and she flows within ourselves
To appreciate; redeactivate
He Knows who goes with in himself.
The domain of devils; fearful land;
The one and only Hades, the Satan of man\
Is but the closing of an eyelid away.
All is as it was and evermore shall be
Though they try to tell us its not so
Over all the earth , there's nothing new to see
Excepting every seed will newly grow
In our sensing childhood falsely misconstrued
To the years of darkness spent in shame.
Denying Childhood's vision of a God of Love
So that truth be turned about and untrutth made
And untruth made
There is a reason for every season
Of change within ourself
To navigate, we appreciate and know
The flow within ourselves.
The deliverance from deluge;
The good dry land,
The one and only haven;
The rock of man
Is but the closing of an eyelid away
There is an ocean of vast proportion
And she flows within ourselves.
To take dips daily, We dive in gaily.
He knows who goes within himself.
The abode of angels, the mystical promised land,
The one and only heaven; the God of man
Is but the closing of an eyelid away.
There is a silence of pure excellence and she flows within ourselves
To appreciate; redeactivate
He Knows who goes with in himself.
The domain of devils; fearful land;
The one and only Hades, the Satan of man\
Is but the closing of an eyelid away.
All is as it was and evermore shall be
Though they try to tell us its not so
Over all the earth , there's nothing new to see
Excepting every seed will newly grow
In our sensing childhood falsely misconstrued
To the years of darkness spent in shame.
Denying Childhood's vision of a God of Love
So that truth be turned about and untrutth made
And untruth made
There is a reason for every season
Of change within ourself
To navigate, we appreciate and know
The flow within ourselves.
The deliverance from deluge;
The good dry land,
The one and only haven;
The rock of man
Is but the closing of an eyelid away