Waves of violet go crashing and laughing   The rainbow winged singing birds fly 'round the sun   Sun bells rain down in a liquid profusion   Mermaids on porpoises draw up the dawn      What's become of the baby this cold December morning?      Songbirds frozen in their flight   Drifting to the earth, remnants of forgotten dreaming   Dawning answer comes there none   Go to sleep you child, dream of never ending always      Panes of crystal ice sparkle like waterfalls   Lighting the polished ice caverns of the dawn   But where in the looking glass fields of illusion   Wandered the child who was perfect as dawn      What's become of the baby this cold December morning?   What's become of the baby this cold December morning?      Racing in rhythms of the sun   All the world revolves captured in the eye of woman   Allah, where are you now?   All eyes are blinded by the sparkling waters      Scheherazade gathering stories to tell   From [Incomprehensible] gold fantasy petals that fall   But where is the childhood who played with the sunshines   And chased the cloud shape to the regions of mind?      Standing stream cries the south wind   Lost in the regions of [Incomprehensible]   Shadow like chains of illusion, delusions of living and dead