I Change During The Course Of A

In The Fury Of The Moment/ I Can See The Master's Hand In Every Leaf That Trembles, In/ Every Grain Of Sand.

There's Beauty In The Silver Singing River There's Beauty In The Sunrise In The Sky But None Of These And Nothing Else Can Match The Beauty That I Remember In My True Love's Eyes

Hold It, Doc, A World War Passed Through My Brain. He Said, Nurse, Get Your Pad, This Boy's Insane.

And I’ll Tell It And Think It And Speak It And Breathe It And Reflect It From The Mountain So All Souls Can See It Then I’ll Stand On The Ocean Until I Start Sinkin’ But I’ll Know My Song Well Before I Start Singin

I Wanted To Understand Things And Then Be Free Of Them. I Needed To Learn How To Telescope Things, Ideas. Things Were Too Big To See All At Once, Like All The Books In The Library-everything Laying Around On All The Tables. You Might Be Able To Put It All Into One Paragraph Or Into One Verse Of A Song If You Could Get It Right.