[Chorus:]
Lay your head on a feathery moss
Freeze your mind and drown in doss
See the places you have never been
Let
the magic begin
Bountiful gilt
Stained the green
Never-ending wilt
Covered the scene
Fanciful shades
Gathered on the
glades
Wheezy summertime slowly fades
Mummified grass
Cloaked the lanes
Faint ruddy brass
Coloured the plains
Deep
in the haze
A pristine race
Is beginning to sing witching lays
[Chorus]
Wonderful ballads are lugging away
You
won't be back if you leave the way
Sometimes a well-known voice can be heard in the choir
From a nebulous mire
Are they contented
or just magnetized?
Enfettered and still mesmerized
[Chorus]
