Lyrics:

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 star heads of a burning fire
Burn far brighter burn brighter -
Starry glory golden flamen, lambent -
Than any other stars we know
The moony wet mouth cradle of blue night
The plumed bird, lovely voiced
The streaked cat, rooted hair shine
Head of fur light
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 sam sheet eyes