(Words and Music by Joan Baez)       Infinity gives me chills    So could the waters of Iceland    But there's a difference in finding diamonds in rust    And rhinestones in a dishpan    Miracles bowl me over    And often will they do so    Now I think I was asleep till I heard    The voice of the great Caruso       Bring infinity home    Let me embrace it one more time    Make it the lilies of the field    Or Caruso in his prime       A friend of mine gave me a tape    She'd copied from a record disc    It was made at the turn of the century    And found in a jacket labeled "misc."    And midst cellos, harps, and flugelhorns    With the precision of a hummingbird's heart    Was the lord of the monarch butterflies    One-time ruler of the world of art       Bring infinity home    Let me embrace it one more time    Make it the lilies of the field    or Caruso in his prime       Yes, the king of them all was Enrico    Whose singular chest could rival    A hundred fervent Baptists    Giving forth in a tent revival    True he was a vocal miracle    But that's only secondary    It's the sould of the monarch butterfly    That I find a little bit scary       Bring infinity home    Let me embrace it one more time    Make it the lilies of the field    Or Caruso in his prime       Perhaps he's just a vehicle    To bear us to the hills of Truth    That's Truth spelled with a great big T    And peddled in the mystic's booth    There are oh so many miracles    That the western sky exposes    Why go looking for lilacs    When you're lying in a bed of roses?       Bring infinity home    Let me embrace it one more time    Make it the lilies of the field    Or Caruso in his prime       © 1976, 1977 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP)