What would it gain me   If I was to go?   Like Jacob of old   To the well of the world      To wax halls where candles   Burn on through the day   To light you a path   So you'd never lose your way      I was down in the valley   Where the shadows are long   The birds in the harp tree   Were singing this song      There is time to deliver   Time to receive   All that you're lacking   Of whatever you need      Turn around, by the by   You'll still see the sea   As it was in the dawning   As it always will be      Raise up your bottles   And drink down the blood   You planted the vine here   In spite of the flood      Turn an ear to the harp tree   An eye to the wall   The songs in the singing   Or nowhere at all      No where to come from   No place to retire   No shelter nowhere   Except in the fire      The birds in the harp tree   Can finish their song   Then rest in its branches   Which is where they belong      But where can a man go   That's sweet to his soul   When his time is not ready   But he's still turning old      Here's a dream for the piper   And a tune for his lady   Outside the thin wall   The waves are still raging      Here's one for the harp tree   And one for his song   One for the morning   When the night was too long      Here's one for the candle   That lights you to bed   And one for the sword   That hangs over your head