"farewell my child it's time   to leave this all behind   exchanging the river for the sea   farewell to saturday's child   cut loose before his prime   set adrift in the city      speak to me now of isolation   feel your way home in the dark      here comes the old grey man   back bent before his time   tracing figures in the sand   he has no more crosses to bear   sat upon his rocking chair   gazes out towards the sea      speak to me now of visions   seen through a looking glass mind      speak of your inhibitions   you still have your mountain to climb"