BEGINNINGS Lyrics by Steve Howe (c) 1975 [except "Doors Of Sleep" contains the poem "At Night" by Alice Meanell] **************************************************** Doors Of Sleep Life is just a reflection, Sometime mirrored in the past. As we strive for perfection, We live until we last. Where the new might grow with the old, Where the fool is oft times the wise. Everything has got to be evened out, Leaving us without a doubt. Home, home from the horizon. Far and clear. Hither to the soft wings sweep. Flocks of the memories, Of the days draw near. The dove-cote doors of sleep, Which way are they, that come through the sweet light? Of all these homing birds, Which?, with the straightest and the swiftest flight. Your words to me, your words. The first time, I took this girl's hand, She was as if for whom I was born. And there's more besides a fair morning, Needed for a fair day. **************************************************** Australia Play the halls, See the stalls tonight. Open roads the like, Across the dateline change will never strike. Australia lies ahead Australia, we head for the mainland, Clutching our gifts from the East. Only to find out. Planes and the highways. Strain the paths and the by-ways. Remain, still it's leading me, Closer to you. Australia, we're leaving you behind. Australia, we're taking the easy way out, From now on. *Come to Australia* can't get away from ya still *Come to Australia we'll take good care of ya* Australia you save your face while fashions slip, Australia you're balanced between The powers' tightening grip. I've been to Australia it's a long way for ya still *Go via Australia they'll take care of ya* **************************************************** The Nature Of The Sea (Instrumental) **************************************************** Lost Symphony Two sided through four sides, We slide. Are we up, are we down? Twirling round and round. Spectral spaces found. Leaves enjoy their Autumn. Do you like the fall? Suppose yourself above it all. In our self-made worlds. Well, I met her when an old established Twining friendship failed. You'd think by now It would be right, that I'm not nailed To some obscure note. That runs along a board In our self-made worlds Do we rote. Changes into harmony. Revolutions oiled to that symphony. **************************************************** Beginnings (Instrumental) **************************************************** Will O' The Wisp Break the chains that keep us here, The dirty city and unwholesome wares. Free the grip from round my head. My eyes long to see the fields instead. As time doth slowly and surely creep. The distant mist I sense before me, Wisps about my feet. Tell me what happened to me, She'd say it was meant to be. Go off and journey someplace, I'll see you after winter. You know it can always happen, So near to the end. Love has a funny habit of, Running out on you. Just in time you'll be here, Living by the river. Mixing with friends, I know them. Sharing touch and beauty. Belgium, is just a place I remember. Streets of rain, one forgotten night. Early flight. We just slipped away. Sharing breakfast, nothing left to say. **************************************************** Ram (Instrumental) **************************************************** Pleasure Stole The Night Lord, help us do well, All that we have to do. Feet on the ground, heads in the clouds. Live a life that's free and easy, Full and good. Show us the tread. There came a time, *No more*, we said, *To leave it in their hands divine.* Show us the tread. Set out sails, burnt our boats. Independence ruled the day, While pleasure stole the night. Epochs past, lives were spent, Until a new band came. Did not intend to spend, Cease from your haste they said. Leave time to repent, Your aims, they are misplaced. You don't have to race, they cried. Oh Lord, help us do, All we have to do. *With negligent regret, The world sped on.* **************************************************** Break Away From It All Standing in the street, Making me so weak. I'm just mentally detached from the people around me. Learning by the rules Children soon find out Drunken fathers' tools Get handed on down by generation. A young boy soon knows his destination. Give him a chance and he'll, Break away from it all. Individuality just won't let him stall. It might have been that every sound we made Went unrealized. Till all of us stopped to look round, Any of them could have left town. We've come to watch their personality change. Individuality put us out of range.