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Please beware of them that stare |
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They'll only smile to see you while your time away |
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And once you've seen what they have been |
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To win the earth just won't seem worth your night or your day |
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Who'll hear what I say? |
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Look around, you'd find the ground |
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Is not so far from where you are, but don't be too wise |
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For down below they never grow |
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They're always tired and charms are hired from out of their eyes |
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Never surprise |
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Take your time and you'll be fine |
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And say a prayer for people there who live on the floor |
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And if you see what's meant to be |
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Don't name the day or try to say it happened before |
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Don't be shy, you'll learn to fly |
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And see the sun when day is done if only you see |
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Just what you are beneath a star |
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That came to stay one rainy day in autumn for free |
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Yes, be what you'll be |
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Please beware of them that stare |
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They'll only smile to see you while your time away |
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And once you've seen what they have been |
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To win the earth just won't seem worth your night or your day |
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Who'll hear what I say? |
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Open up the broken cup |
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Let goodly sin and sunshine in, yes, that's today |
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And open wide the hymns you hide |
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You find renown while people frown at things that you say |
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But say what you'll say |
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About the farmers and the fun |
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And the things behind the sun |
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And the people 'round your head |
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Who say everything's been said |
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And the movement in your brain |
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Sends you out into the rain |
