Testo Donovan Donovan

Donovan

There is an ocean of vast proportion
And she flows within
ourselves.
To take dips daily we dive in gaily,
He
knows who goes within himself.
The abode of Angels, the
mystical Promised Land,
The one and only Heaven, the God of
man
Is but the closing of an eyelid away.

There
is a silence of pure excellence
And she flows within
ourselves.
To appreciate, re-deactivate,
He knows who
goes within himself.
The domain of Devils, the Fearful
Land,
The only and only Hades, the Satan of man
Is but
the closing of an eyelid away.

All is as it was and
ever more shall be,
Though they try to tell us it's
not so.
Over all the earth there's nothing new to
see,
Excepting every seed will newly grow.

Innocence in childhood false men misconstrue
To be years
of darkness spent in shade,
Denying childhood's vision
of the God of Love,
So that Truth be turned about and
untruth made,
And untruth made.

There is a
reason for every season
Of change within ourselves.
To
navigate, re-appreciate
And know the flow within
ourselves.
The deliverance from Deluge, the good dry
land,
The one and only Haven, the rock of Man
Is but
the closing of an eyelid away.

There is a season,
ooh,
There is an ocean, ooh,
There is a silence,
ooh.