On the parade ground across the great divide
I saw 1000 candles flickering
And through a peasant’s eyes I saw a green-clad man
Ringing blue bells of offering
Beside him, astride, in neon fuchsia robes
And more beautiful than anything
A woman the sight of whom changed his mind
 In a permanent way

Well, as for me, I rode the three miles north 
Back to old York town
And lodged my horse in a stable there
Before walking to the castle grounds
Strange to make a parade so far away
Where there were so few others around
But I let the thought drop from my head
And that night my sleep was sound

When I awoke, I knew not the hour
But it seemed all the people had fled
I returned to my room and where the mirror had been
I found a blue doorway instead
Bracing myself against a bone-chilling wind
I wrapped my scarf around my head
And entered down a rainbow crystal pathway
Strangely compelled to follow where it led

Well, ever since then I’ve been in this gem-sea land
Where the night is as warm as the day
People talk on phones and they drive down roads 
To places many miles away
As for me, I remain by my edge-of-town home
Watching the ocean’s peaceful sway
I’ve been drifting in and out of a mysterious dream 
Of that old-time passageway

Is this what I get for listening to “Iris”
At nine o’clock on a Monday morning
In the shadow of the foreboding sculpture
In the diamond circular saw ring?
Far away, the dawn-bright dew
On some blue fields sparkling
In the deep mind, in the well,
In the heart of things