Lyrics

As it flows, so it flows
Soul nation
Of Consciousness
The flow of the swarm

I hear the silence
I feel the song
I ride in the cloud
Of the right-able wrongs

While the gulls fly high
And the fish dive deep,
I roll on the shore
Of the indestructible beat

The sea journey of the school is marked
By an invisible path of worn instinct
By mystical forms, beyond the voices of whales
That can only be heard with your heart
Only be felt in the sailors’ sails

Even Walt Whitman could not see grass
So tall it rises from the sea and drops
Back from the sky
As it brushes you and me

So is the stream so far and wide
It cannot be conceived through a single mind
It cannot be conceived through a single eye
In fact we blind to most of its gifts
Floating along adrift we will crash down hard,
On the wall of separateness
Like a house of cards

In a march of discontent
We ignore our joys
Till the flight returns us to our flow

When we figure where we must go
As we lift our hands to the sky and say,

“Father Time - don’t pass us by!”
“Father Time - don’t pass us by!”

We will not be disappointed!
We will not be disappointed!

There is no bitter end.
The path once again goes to where it begins,
And when the gust brings us forth
In the place that we seek.

We will see it again and again and again.
And again and again
And again and again
And again

As it flows, it never ends, it only begins
As it flow, so it flows, only to begin again
As it flows it never ends, only to begin again
As it flows it never ends, only to begin again
As it flows, so it flows, so it flows
Only to begin, again
As it flows
Only to begin again, again, again
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