The Head Lyrics - Incredible String Band

Only a palace with interior doors 

Well painted well gargoyled with multiple floors 

Two windows let free this projector machine 

and the magical world here appears on the screen 

My servants attend me with tricks of the senses 

The past and the future and similar tenses 

and on platters of air they convey me my measure 

both gladness and sorrow, I lack not for treasure 

The lord and his lady are seated within 

In the court of the mind where the song does begin 

The song is as fine is as fine is as follows 

The song does continue through measureless hollows 

that sink from the level of personal being 

through caverns of darkness where dragons 

are dwelling 

The mountains above them are raised at my calling 

Where the apples are ripe or the rain is a-falling 

In ships of white vision I sail the horizon 

where three spinners stand beyond the 

horizon under the tree of the apples of beauty 

I watch them arranging my days and tomorrows 

The song is as fine is as fine as it follows 

I stood on the beach where the moon was a-curling 

Laughed on the wings of the sea birds calling 

I loved when sweet Venus a lover did bring me 

I cried when sweet Saturn and Jupiter moved us 

and all of my servants were fighting their brothers 

And the lord and the lady they hated each other 

Till the spinners arose with their work on their fingers 

Commanding the presence of Heavenly singers 

That spoke of the silence so soon to be coming 

When all would be still in the wonderful palace 

The peace is not stillness but peacefully changing 

This hope is the hope of the man on the gallows 

The song is as fine is as fine is as follows 

The infant I was in the womb of my mother 

White sperm I was in the loins of my father 

Before that I swam in the oceans of nowhere 

Where the fish are as fine as the colour of colours 

Where waves are the message of centuries rolling 

Where wind is the breath of the Holy Creator 

Where no ship sails but only the ocean 

Where all the rivers grow mighty with showing 

And crowned with the gifts of the myriad valleys 

Return with a sigh to the sea of the coming 

Forever and ever and ever and ever be glad O be 

Glad for the song has no ending.