Strange are the times, junta of the mind
Seized and sacked and bound
By invaders
Holy crosses fall, flags from Jerusalem's wall
And the clocks that keep running in circles
Take me back to a time
When all was easy sunshine
When we never faltered nor fell
Only down into sand
Take me back to the shore
Where the sea rushed corals
And all I did was lie on my back and floated
There must be a place like that
For you and me, my country Jack
Living free, sun on our backs
Birds through the sky somersaulting
There are ways and there are beasts
Making hay while others sleep
Inside the tree, the old knarled tree
Singing woodwork, woodwork for me
And out the woodwork
See them come
Like a stone that someone flung
Catapaulted, heaven vaulting
Wild swans, wild swans
See them skate on icey lake
See them make their last mistake
In the desert of the sun
Living as peasants for the holy one
There must be a time to fly
And there must be a time to die
When all your songs on earth are sung
That last will be your swan song
Wild swans, wild swans,
Through the grey clouds
To the land of song
In the heavens flying free
Wild swans I wish I could be
Give me life and give me joy
To always love and not destroy
This precious thing Earth's not a toy
That I can play with like a boy
I must be strong, must carry on
Through the heart land of the song
And sing on my tune of joy
Wild swans, wild swan
