Pagan Streams

And we walked the pagan streams

And searched for white horses on surrounding hills

We lived where dusk had meaningAnd repaired to quiet sleep, where noise abated

In touch with the silence

On honey street, on honey streetWhat happened to a sense of wonder?

On yonder hillside, getting dim

Why didn't they leave us, alone?Why couldn't we just be ourselves?

We could dream and keep bees

And live on honey streetAnd we walked the pagan streams

In meditation and contemplation

And we didn't need anybody, or anythingThen, no concepts being free

And I wanna climb that hillside again with you

One more timeAs the great, great, great, great, great, great, great

Being watches over

And we repair, repair, repair, repair, we repair

To honey street, to honey street