Album : The Ark
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Cry, O moles, you're done with fortune
Mean deeds did steal your need to be free
Dry and close your wandering fountains
And be with me as I slip through your dreams

Think about the young boy
He's so eager to be loved, to understand
Getting his hair cut like a boy
Watching the sunset on his own

Think about the young girl
She's so eager to be loved and understand
Think about the young boy,
He's becoming a man...

Cry, O doves, you're done with fortune
New dreams did steal your need to be free
Try, O moles, in your sun-lit torture
To dream of me as you creep through the trees

Think about the young boy
He's so eager to be loved, to understand
Getting his hair cut like a boy
Watching the sunset on his own

Think about the young girl
She's so eager to be loved, to understand
Think about the young boy,
He's becoming a man...

Cry...doves

Broken is the wind
Broken is his fellow
His name is Angro-Diti
And his voice is very mellow

/And he sings/
"So twice five miles of fertile ground
with walls and towers were girdled 'round
and there were gardens
bright with sinous rills where blossomed
many an incense-bearing tree"

He sings of wuthering wilderness
And how it once got tamed
He sings of God's boredom
In the days of no names

Cry, O doves you're done with fortune
Mean deeds did free your need to be real
Try, O moles, in your sun-lit torture
To dream of me as you creep through the trees

Think about the young boy
He's so eager to be loved, to understand
Getting his hair cut like a boy
Watching the sunset on his own

Think about the young girl
She's so eager to be loved, to understand
Think about the young boy,
He's so eager to be loved and understand
Getting his hair cut like a boy
Watching the sunset on his own

Oh, when worlds collide
It's like thunder in the head
And fire in the mind
So, think about the young boy
He's becoming a man...
Cry, O moles, you're done with fortune    Mean deeds did steal your need to be free    Dry and close your wandering fountains    And be with me as I slip through your dreams       Think about the young boy    He's so eager to be loved, to understand    Getting his hair cut like a boy    Watching the sunset on his own      Think about the young girl    She's so eager to be loved and understand    Think about the young boy,    He's becoming a man...       Cry, O doves, you're done with fortune    New dreams did steal your need to be free    Try, O moles, in your sun-lit torture   To dream of me as you creep through the trees       Think about the young boy    He's so eager to be loved, to understand    Getting his hair cut like a boy    Watching the sunset on his own      Think about the young girl    She's so eager to be loved, to understand    Think about the young boy,    He's becoming a man...       Cry...doves       Broken is the wind    Broken is his fellow    His name is Angro-Diti    And his voice is very mellow       /And he sings/    "So twice five miles of fertile ground    with walls and towers were girdled 'round    and there were gardens    bright with sinous rills where blossomed    many an incense-bearing tree"       He sings of wuthering wilderness    And how it once got tamed    He sings of God's boredom    In the days of no names       Cry, O doves you're done with fortune    Mean deeds did free your need to be real    Try, O moles, in your sun-lit torture    To dream of me as you creep through the trees       Think about the young boy    He's so eager to be loved, to understand    Getting his hair cut like a boy    Watching the sunset on his own      Think about the young girl    She's so eager to be loved, to understand    Think about the young boy,    He's so eager to be loved and understand    Getting his hair cut like a boy    Watching the sunset on his own      Oh, when worlds collide    It's like thunder in the head    And fire in the mind    So, think about the young boy    He's becoming a man...