Child of wisdom

child of wisdom
child of grace
almond eyes
in a whitish face

you're the sunlight
you're the moonlight
the salty tears
in the sick man's eyes

you're like gunfire
yes you're the smile
around the lips
of soldiers as they die

          sit back and look at you
          sit back and look at you
          that's what I'll do
          that's what I'll do
          sit back and look at you

you're the window
by which I hide
and I can see
it's windy spring outside

you're elusive
or so I thought
oh yes you were
the windmill that I fought

I left my donkey
I left my horse
'cause you know I
don't have to ride no more

       refr.


1975. Kyoto.