In a little hole In a little wall Where the smallest mouse Sleeps just behind the door A merry tune it hums to sleep While wistful dreams so to

In a little hole
In a little wall
Where the smallest mouse
Sleeps just behind the door

A merry tune it hums to sleep
While wistful dreams so to speak
Take it to a mountain old
Untold it dreams long foretold

Into the sea of evidence
Sound encapsulates its resonance
Vibrating vapours of glory's known
Of smoke on water of a long lost throne

Where rulers with the hands of flowers
Passed gentle judgement hour by hour
With drops of passion breath of air
Their soul’s peace to forever share

Smoke like water smoke like wine
Shadows pass into the divine
Where Sheppard’s no longer wait for thee
For your soul is living its own destiny

A tune made of air
Hums to thee
And the highest king's fall
To sing the joy of life