Spectral Mornings/Firth of Fifth/Clocks

The path is clear, though no eyes can see
The course laid down long before
And so with gods and men
The sheep remain inside their pen
Though many times they've seen
The way to leave

He rides majestic, past homes of men
Who care not or gaze with joy
To see reflected there, the trees, the sky
The lily fair
The scene of death is lying just below
The mountain cuts off the town from viеw
Like a cancer growth is removеd by skill
Let it be revealed

A waterfall, his madrigal
An inland sea, his symphony

Undinal songs urge the sailors on
'Till lured by the siren's cry

Now as the river dissolves in sea
So Neptune has claimed another soul
And so with gods and men
The sheep remain inside their pen
Until the shepherd leads his flock away

The sands of time were eroded by
The river of constant change