How deep does the tunnel go?

How bright does the light shine?

How yellow are the gate’s gold?

Very tight is how the chord binds

So, go on…

Tell the tall tale of stories long ago so told?

The true meaning to a poets words…indeed, who can find?

 

Here today gone tomorrow

There’ll be no more pain, no more sorrow

There’ll be no symphony

Like Lillie’s in the field he’s cooking up a melody.