He's waiting for the midday wind
And waves spread out so dull and slack
And with a hand fan every day
The old man smooths the water back

I cast a stone in just for fun
The water rings moved on the plane
So sadly stood the old man by
And swept the water flat again

In white sand the old man sat
Trembling as he smoked his pipe
Just the water and I know that
The fan is of a special type

Awareness sleeps volcano dreams
Reluctant I asked him why
His head hung low as if he slept
And then he said before he died

The water will be your only mirror
First when it's like glass can you see
How many fairytales you have left
For your deliverance you will plead

The fan was pressed to his breast
Just as death's grip seized up his hand
His fingers must have been so tight
The fan remained back in the sand

I call the old man every day
Should he come and deliver me
I stay here with the midday wind
And in the fan it is plain to read

The water will be your only mirror
First when it's like glass can you see
How many fairytales you'll have left
For your deliverance you will plead

The water will be your only mirror
First when it's like glass can you see
How many fairytales you'll have left
For your deliverance you will plead


Lyrics submitted by John M

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    General CommentJager, it has no references to the 'SS".

    personally I reckon it's about an old man who is frale but has a particular role (the water metaphore would work). the kid does'nt understand the role but in the end descided to take it up...
    reprecussionon December 03, 2004   Link

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