Hashish

Dreaming softly of dawn
Silver Messenger gone
Taking life from the sun
Changing two hearts to one

Rivers Flowing soft shimmering golden
Moving mountains and changing the valleys
Here the children play down by the roadside
As the bells toll the end of their freedom

As I dwell in my squalor and madness
Waiting now for my promised deliverance
Hear the children not knowing their future
As the old ones sing blindly of Hashish