[ti:Still]
[ar:Peter Sinfield]
[al:Still]
[00:07.30] Still I wonder how it is to be a stream
[00:15.59] From a dark well constant flowing
[00:24.62] Winding seawards over ancient mossy wheels
[00:33.65] Yet feel no need of knowing
[00:43.26] Still I wonder how it is to be a tree
[00:50.71] Circled servant to the seasons
[00:59.26] Only drink on sky and rake the winter wind
[01:07.82] And need no seal of reasons
[01:17.97] Still I wonder why I wonder why I'm here
[01:27.26] All my words just the shaft of my flail
[01:35.48] As I race o'er this beautiful sphere
[01:43.57] Like a dog who his chasing his --
[01:48.86] Tailors and tinkers, princes and Incas,
[01:56.74] Sailors and sinkers, before me and like me...
[02:13.09] Still I wonder how it is to be a bird
[02:19.52] Singing each dawns sweet effusions
[02:29.37] Flying far away when all the world has stirred
[02:37.46] Yet seek no vain conclusions
[02:47.50] Still I wonder if I passed some time ago
[02:57.35] As a bird, or a stream, or a tree
[03:05.86] To mount up high you first must sink down low
[03:13.92] Like the changeable tides of the
[03:18.69] Caesars and Pharoahs, prophets and heroes
[03:26.49] Poets and hobos, before me and after me all the
[03:38.44] Painters and dancers, mountainside chancers
[03:46.68] Merchants and gamblers, bankers and ramblers
[03:54.97] Winners and losers, angels and boozers
[04:02.91] Beatles and Bolans, raindrops and oceans
[04:10.93] Kings, pawns and deacons, fainthearts and beacons
[04:18.99] Caesars and Pharoahs, prophets and heroes
[04:27.16] Poets and hobos, before me and after me...