06 - Angel Moons - The Beggars Realm

[Flute] [12-string acoustic guitar] [Instrumental] [Intro, 12 bars] A pebble I cast into the waters deep, and lo, it shattered my reflection's keep. Upon the distant bank, a child did stand, his gaze upon this lonely strand. Mmmm-mmm-mmm-mmm His breeches' pockets, small and worn, could hold no stones, his knees were bruised and torn. He beckoned me, a bark shard in his hand, a message he would send across this watery land. [Flute solo] But that missive, launched with hope and fear, did never reach my waiting ear. The waters vast, with thundering roar, did drown our cries and evermore, Mmmm-mmm-hmmm The beggars realm, shrouded in its plight, remains unseen by lords of might. No noble foot may tread that distant shore, nor anguished cries traverse the waters' roar. [Violin solo] A bark of fragile make, the only guide, to reach that realm where sorrows hide. What sinks below, what fate doth save, these secrets I within me grave. Mmmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-uuu From yonder horizon, in chariot of fire, a stranger came, with visage dire. He landed on the shore, where the ragged boy did dwell, and whisked him hence, as stories tell. Mmmm-mmm-uuuuuuu The boy ascended, waving small hands, then vanished from these mortal lands. And still, I seek this river's bend, a stone to cast, my image to rend. Till evening's fall, I wait in vain, for knowledge that I can't attain. Mmmm-mmm-hmmm That vagabond, wise beyond his years, holds secrets that dispel my fears. The beggars realm, shrouded in its plight, remains unseen by lords of might. [Flute solo] No noble foot may tread that distant shore, nor anguished cries traverse the waters' roar. A bark of fragile make, the only guide, to reach that realm where sorrows hide. What sinks below, what fate doth save, these secrets I within me grave. [Whistling, soft] [End] that I can't attain. Mmmm-mmm-hmmm That vagabond, wise beyond his years, holds secrets that dispel my fears. The beggars realm, shrouded in its plight, remains unseen by lords of might. [Whistling, soft] No noble foot may tread that distant shore, nor anguished cries traverse the waters' roar. Mmmm-mmm-mmm A bark of fragile make, the only guide, to reach that realm where sorrows hide. What sinks below, what fate doth save, these secrets I within me grave. [Whistling, soft] [Fade out, slow]