Do not know what the time is
Everyone even though they are on one million paths
There's like four major plot paths it would be too hard to have
You know, there are 1 billion different universes with plot points
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. Tempest roams in the pathless sky Ships are wrecked in the trackless water, death is abroad and children play. On the Seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children
If baby only wanted to he could fly up to heaven this moment
It is not for nothing that he does not leave us
Baby know all manner of wise words, though few on earth can
Understand their meaning
It is not for nothing that he never wants to speak
But I know a better game than that
I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore
I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with
Laughter
And no one in the world will know where we both are
The light has grown grey in the sky
I do not know what the time is
There is no fun in my play
So I have come to you
I want to give you something
My child
For we are drifting in the stream of the world
Our lives will be carried apart
And our love forgotten
This song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, like the fond arms of love
The song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss of blessing
When you are alone it will sit by your side and whisper in your ear
When you are in the crowd it will fence you about with aloofness
My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams
It will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown
It will be like the faithful star overhead when dark night is over your road
My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes
And will carry your sight into the heart of things
And when my voice is silenced in death, my song will speak in your living heart
There's a billion different universes
I do not know what the time is