PFM (Premiata Forneria Marconi)
PFM (Premiata Forneria Marconi) - The World Became The World lyrics
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Outside my window in the courtyard of the world The gentle rain was falling. No breath of wind, no cry of beast or bird Too quiet, too still, I turned ... To see the raindrops like a thousand poet's words splash their circles on the stones, Ans seem to wash over everything with love And for a moment the courtyard heard. Until the sun came bursting through the clouds Hung up his rainbows in the sky And with a laugh of flames said, "Now go chase the gold" And the world became the world ... Now we're all travellers some seekers and some sought Who leave the courtyard to be caught In nets of self, damned certainty and choice