Leave the sleep and let the springtime talk

In tongues from the time before men

Listen to a daffodil tell her tale

Let the guest in, walk out

Be the first to greet the morn

The meadows of heaven await harvest

The cliffs unjumped, cold waters untouched

The elsewhere creatures yet unseen

Finally you number came up

Free fall awaits the brave.

Come, taste the wine, race the blind

They will guide you from the light

Writing noughts till the end of time

Come, surf the clouds, race the dark

It feeds from the runs undone

Meet me where the cliff greets the sea

The answer to the riddle before your eyes

Is in dead leaves and fleeting skies

Returning swans and sedulous mice

Writing on the garden's book,

in the minute of a lover's look

Building a sandcastle close to the shore

A house of cards from a worn out deck

A home from a fellowship, poise and calm

Write a lyric for the song

Only you can understand

Come, taste the wine, race the blind

They will guide you from the light

Writing noughts till the end of time

Come, surf the clouds, race the dark

It feeds from the runs undone

Meet me where the cliff greets the sea

Riding hard every shooting star

Come to life, open mind, have a laugh at the orthodox

Come drink deep, let the dam of mind seep

Travel with great élan, dance a jig at the funeral

Come, taste the wine, race the blind

They will guide you from the light

Writing noughts till the end of time

Come, surf the clouds, race the dark

It feeds from the runs undone

Meet me where cliff greets the sea.

Come!