The Poet and the Painter (2012 Steven Wilson Stereo Remix)

The Poet and the Painter Casting shadows on the water As the sun plays on the infantry Returning from the sea The do-er and the thinker No allowance for the other As the failing light illuminates The mercenary's creed The home fire burning The kettle almost boiling But the master of the house Is far away The horses stamping Heir warm breath clouding In the sharp and frosty morning Of the day And the poet lifts his pen While the soldier sheaths his sword And the youngest of the family Is moving with authority Building castles by the sea He dares the tardy tide To wash them all aside, oh The cattle quietly grazing At the grass down by the river Where the swelling mountain water Moves onward to the sea The builder of the castles Renews the age-old purpose And contemplates the milking girl Whose offer is his need The young men of the household Have all gone into service And are not to be expected For a year The innocent young master Thoughts moving ever faster Has formed the plan To change the man he seems And the poet sheaths his pen While the soldier lifts his sword And the oldest of the family Is moving with authority Coming from across the sea He challenges the son Who puts him to the run