Hearing of the way
The best of men
Live the word at length
And cherish it
All in time
All of me
All divine
Reverie
When the going looks like returning
The road is mighty dark
Common man
On common ground
Picks it up
And sets it down
Standing like shifting tides
Soon to swell, soon to ride
When the going looks like returning
The road is mighty dark
The great form
Has no shame nor evilness upon its face
The great form
Has no shame nor evilness upon its face
Lowest of them all
Will laugh and laugh
None will hear the call
The ancient breath
All in time
All of me
All divine
Reverie
When the going's like the returning
The road is mighty dark
The great form
Has no shame nor evilness upon its face
The great form
Has no shame nor evilness upon its face
The great form
Has no shame nor evilness upon its face
The great form
Has no shame nor evilness upon its face
