Ii - Steven And I In The Field Of Stars Lyrics - Singles - Current 93

Circles within circles 

We ride through them all 

Circles within circles 

"In the midst of the Southern regions..." 

There a man rests and weeps 

This year, next year, 

Sometimes, 

Never, oh never 

If we think then that there is 

No joy 

But listen: 

On the edge of winds 

Is the rustling of the greens 

All many greens, manifold and lovely 

The sighing and crying of the wind 

The lovely boughs 

The lovely light 

The lovely light 

The lovely stars, jewelly nobles 

The pitted starheads of a burning fire 

Burn far brighter burn brighter -- 

Starry glory golden flamey and lambent -- 

Than any other fires we know 

The moony wetmouthed cradle of bluenight 

The plumed bird, lovely voiced 

The streaked cat, rooted hairshine 

Head of furlight 

Purr of bright sound 

Lovely and noble, jewelly lords 

So sparkling, glimmering spitting lights 

Little houses of fire 

In little towns of fire 

Open and shut their fiery sandsheet eyes