There’s a song in the air
There’s some stars in the skies
There’s endless correspondence
And a baby who cries
And the stars rain their fire
While the curious sing
And from the beginning
She’s been talking to something
There’s a tumult of joy
Of laughter and mirth
And every so often
She talks to the earth
Aye, the stars rain their fire and the curious sing
And from the beginning
She’s been talking to something
In the light of those stars
Lies so much impearled
And songs from afar
Have swept over the world
Everyone is aflame and the curious sing
And from the beginning
She’s been talking to something ...
Paraphrased poetry
There’s a song in the air There’s some stars in the skies There’s endless correspondence And a baby who cries And the stars rain their fire While the curious sing And from the beginning She’s been talking to something
There’s a tumult of joy Of laughter and mirth And every so often She talks to the earth Aye, the stars rain their fire and the curious sing And from the beginning She’s been talking to something
In the light of those stars Lies so much impearled And songs from afar Have swept over the world Everyone is aflame and the curious sing And from the beginning She’s been talking to something ...