Suite: Genesis of Beauty (In 4 Parts) - Ultimate Spinach

Green grass is growing

Cool winds are blowing

The pointed star is shining

And in your eyes I’m finding

A world of singing

Where love is bringing

A sense of warmth to me

Because your mind is free and real

New waters sighing

My soul is flying

Into oblivion

Imagine the fields are gone for now

Cob web songs destroy the silence

That has threatened beauty’s violence

In my mind

The tears have flowed like velvet thunder

Smiles are shattered and torn asunder

Then I find

That I’ve been

Everyone

Everyplace

Every time but now

The falling leaves of wounded words

Are captured by angry birds

Of grey

The rivers of dissension drown

The virgin in her tattered gown

Of golden days

But I know

That clouds will dissolve

And morning will absolve my sins

The world is yearning

For the sun that’s burning

The path of flowing laughter

Good thoughts will follow after