A long wind a weaving mind   Over all the land the wild flowers grow,    Echoing kind to kind   On that day when I found the iron stone   Heavy in my hand in the sloping rain   Ever the seas rolled on and o'er my heart   They roofed their slates of grey      The iron stone I found it on that day      The iron stone I brought it home    Heavy in my hand I brought it home   Black as the thoughts of doom   A man told me it came from the moon   Flying through time it flew   Upon the long beach where I found it   Dancing horses told their tale   Among the stones it called me   There my hand it knew   Seeing in the thickness of the thick black sight   Forests and centaurs and gods of the night   Never that sun shone on   Where high Atlantis raised her shores   How sang the dragons of the sea      Love paints the carts with suns for wheels   The jester's bauble, cap and bells   The brave, perhaps, Mustachio   Sir Primalform Magnifico   The dragon me with golden toes   And golden fire my flaming nose   And memories, memories      My cave was bright with sulky gems   That paled the stars like diadems   Silver lost and buried gold   Such was my home in days of old.