In token rhyme, suggesting rhythm
That will not forsake you
'Til my tale is told and done
While the firelight's aglow
Strange shadows from the flames will grow
'Til things we've never seen
Shadows of a sailor, forming winds
Both foul and fair all swarm
Down in Carlisle, he loved
Here beside him stands a man
A soldier from the looks of him
Who came through many fights
While the story teller speaks
A door within the fire creaks
And a girl is standing there
Eyes alight with glowing hair
All that fancy paints as fair
She takes her fan and throws it
Which of you to gain me tell
Will risk uncertain pains of hell?
If you will not take the chance
The sailor gave at least a try
The soldier being much too wise
Strategy was his strength
The sailor, coming out again
The lady fairly leapt at him
That's how it stands today
You decide if he was wise
The story teller makes no choice
Soon you will not hear his voice
Since the end is never told
We pay the teller off in gold
In hopes he will come back
But he cannot be bought or sold
Inspiration, move me brightly
Light the song with sense and color
More than this I will not ask
Faced with mysteries dark and vast
Statements just seem vain at last
Some climb to get to Terrapin
Counting stars by candlelight
All are dim but one is bright
The spiral light of Venus
Rising first and shining best
On, from the northwest corner
Of a brand new crescent moon
Crickets and cicadas sing
A rare and different tune
In the shadow of the moon
And I know we'll be there soon
If it's the end or beginning
But the train's put it's brakes on
And the whistle is screaming