Lyrics:

Celtic Sonant

Ray Thomas

Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining star to you.
Deep peace of the son of peace to you.

One man stood firm guarding cups overflowing,
Brimful of memories and yesterday's dreams.
He could never explain his own silent thunder,
The ocean just blows rough at this time of year.

And the wheel keeps on turning,
The wheel keeps on turning.
The wheel keeps on turning,
Turning around.

Words left unsaid may have special meanings,
Dust hidden pages fill the books left unread.
One blank page left the poet crying,
He failed to remember there's a price on his head.

And the wheel keeps on turning,
The wheel keeps on turning.
The wheel keeps on turning,
Turning around.

Away we sail with all our flags flying,
Too many changes can cause us delay.
Each star in the sky is there for a reason,
Making it so bright for this time of day.

And the wheel keeps on turning,
The wheel keeps on turning.
The wheel keeps on turning,
Turning around.