Evergreen

Do you hear the song calling?
The names they list
And of what can not
Can not what? You ask
For no reason you ask
The question ends up at the field
Evergreen fields

The song was sung
Yet it was never heard
For what the listeners did not fathom
It has a will of its own
To have been sung, but not heard
The song danced the way, to the
Evergreen fields

A farmer came by
A magician walked past
The way lay shut
For the people had been blind
Blinded by the sound of feelings
And had so hid the song, by the
Evergreen fields

The Song of Life
Was only a dream:
Dream of the Evergreen