John Hartford Crystallia Daydream
Words have cut my flesh
And the lash upon my brain is now forgotten
And the lead that hardens in my system melts
And sweet emotion turns to gold
All the things now past are strangely worth it
My yesterdays are buried deep and cold
There's nothing now worth learning
And there's nothing I can look to I can think of
And there's nothing said or written
Or recorded or remembered I should know
Except the music of your pale voice singing
It loosens up the muscles of my soul
Right now I'd give the world that hangs around me like a circus
To know I'd never rise or walk or stand
This could last forever and a weekend
And I'd die of happiness beneath your hand
Sun is smiling out on miles of emptiness in all directions
The light caress of yellow hair
I'm flat upon my belly in the sand
And my skin is marching off an endless drumbeat
As you trace it's empty canyons with your hand
The hours go flashing by like the blinking of an eyelid
And the insults and the sorrow of the day before
Dead and gone for good
And tomorrow is a promise somehow pending
When everything unsaid is understood
Right now I'd give the world that hangs around me like a circus
To know I'd never rise or walk or stand
This could last forever and a weekend
And I'd die of happiness beneath your hand
