Time on a String

(Words and music by and © Talis Kimberley, 1991)

Time on a string and the rhythm of the Moon
And the turn of the tide when the harp’s in tune
With the scented winds from spice-soaked lands
Over sunbleached bones on strange foreign sands
And the spiral shell in the sea-child’s hands:

In the gathering season we reap the stars
(the bright and far-flung light)
We spent the long nights scattering
(Time on a string and the rhythm of the Moon)
And in the gathering season the fading scars
You wore too soon, you wore too long
Will cease to shine, cease mattering
(Turn of the tide and the harp’s in tune with the wind)

Like: time on a string and the rhythm of the Moon
And the turn of the tide when the harp’s in tune
With the scented winds from pine-soaked lands
Over sunbleached bones on strange foreign sands
And the spiral shell in the sea-child’s hands:

These were the personal ley-lines that mapped your pain
(The pale and lonely lines)
Channelled ancient grief into scars
(Blood and the blade too close to the edge)
But the patterns are changed now and will change again
(By some strange alchemy)
Till your hands and heart are full of stars
(Fling them wide to the waiting sky)

Gather the symbols of your sanity
Open the patterns of your reality
Alter the image to suit the symmetry
Change and change and change
(Change and change and change)
Change and change and change
(Change and change and change)
Time on a string and the rhythm of the Moon…
(Rhythm of the Moon…)


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