WONDROUS STORIES
Jon Anderson


I awoke this morning 
Love laid me down by the river
Drifting I turned on up stream
Bound for my forgiver
In the giving of my eyes to see your face
Sound did silence me
Leaving no trace
I beg to leave, to hear your wondrous stories
Beg to hear your wondrous stories 


He spoke of lands not far
Nor lands they were in his mind
Of fusion captured high
Where reason captured his time
In no time at all he took me to the gate
In haste I quickly checked the time
If I was late
I had to leave, to hear your wondrous stories
Had to hear your wondrous stories 

Hearing
Hearing hearing your wondrous stories
Hearing your wondrous stories

It is no lie I see deeply into the future
Imagine everything, you're close
And were you there to stand so cautiously at first
And then so high
As he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky
I bid it to return
To hear your wondrous stories
Return to hear your wondrous stories
Return to hear your wondrous stories 

Hearing 
Hearing
Hearing
Hearing
Hearing



(Contributed by Andy & Mogg - November 2002)