I sing above my vision, I sing above my face A fat old amphibian, speaker for the dead Now gather round ye animals, gather round this lake And take upon your vigil, wallow in the wake
It was glorious of glories, a maple April day And with a pocket full of horseflies and eyes as bright as rays They say, "Walk away, walk away if you can." Oh, but one leap out the village and our caravan began
Traveled to a forest, nestled in the sky He ran beside the buffalo, wrestled with the lions Every day a Saturday, a summer waking morn His skin burned golden ember due the shine that toad had born
While riding back an eagle, laughing with the sun He spied an old hairy fairy man upon the river Young And Sol said, "Fly away, fly away if you can." yeah But he setteled next to the oarsman And said, "I'm my own man, and this is my life."
Ooooo Head above my meter, head above my fate, can't go back again... I got a reason to be fevered, summer waking morn Back back when the poor poor boy was born
ooooo...yeah.....oooooo Now cross into his fortune, while enchanted by the queen A lone shady shelter stood beckoning his lean And in the time it takes a pillow to figure out a face Out from in the white tree she rose to take its place
And the battle for his spirit then cause him to remain And he fought a thousand Visigoths and cursed the night in vain She said, "Run away, run away if you can." But last he heard a voice of...I'm my own man and this is my life...
Off to in her castle, laid upon the stairs She showered him with daffodils, and tied ribbons in his hair He woke bare for a moment, but she wouldn't let him weep With lips of only roses, she kissed him down to sleep
So royal loyal subjects now let your ears unbend For here ye this traveled tail must sadly meet it's end What's fate done to our hero, I cannot reply... The last that I saw him, a reflection in her eye