The World Became the World - Premiata Forneria Marconi

Outside my window in the courtyard

of the world

The gentle rain was falling.

No breath of wind, no cry of beast or bird

Too quiet, too still, I turned ...

To see the raindrops like a thousand

poet's words

splash their circles on the stones,

Ans seem to wash over everything with love

And for a moment the courtyard heard.

Until the sun came bursting through the clouds

Hung up his rainbows in the sky

And with a laugh of flames said, "Now go

chase the gold"

And the world became the world ...

Now we're all travellers some seekers

and some sought

Who leave the courtyard to be caught

In nets of self, damned certainty and choice;

But do you believe our voice?

You ... you've got what must belong to me,

I need! I'll bleed for more possesions.

You ... you've got no right to disagree

Bow! Kneel! Or fear my aggresions.

Thank God if sometines your oyster

holds a pearl

When the world remains the world ...