Morning people take the news A paper window on a world They live on undisturbed Thoughts may fly like lonely birds And lost behind the silent words Voices
I made my dreams then lost them They left and I went away There's no romance in the memory That's part of yesterday But feelings linger stronger Sometimes
Gold, said the man to the many I want money and I'll make it grow I will count my worth in gold Wealth untold, I'll sell my soul Midas Man Midas Man
The sisters worked for the people 'round them Their Spanish lace wove some bread for the poor And they cared and tried but were worn With their fears
Leaving all their thoughts behind Passing over timeless wastes of ecstasy Freedom strangled at the source Takes the only charted course that leads them
