From the Golden Bough recording,
Flight of Fantasy,
recorded at John Altman Studios
in San Francisco and first released
on Kicking Mule Records in 1984.
(Flight of Fantasy is no longer available.
However,  we can burn you a copy if you contact us.)

Magic Mists / Long Ago, Now
1984 - 2004 by Paul Espinoza,
Forest Moon Music, BMI, all rights reserved

(Intro poem):
through a thin crack, un-fused by dim starlight,
my single eye peered into that other realm,
into that moment without rhyming,
un-metered dance, without set timing,
where still it flow like liquid over glassy stone.

into that sacred glade I wandered,
where virgin thoughts, like hawks, have flown,
to stand amidst this aweless wonder,
where moved the players, breeze and bough,
bending and giving, but remaining both
full of the strength of their ways.

some say it exists no longer,
but is only the dream of old men at their smoky pipes,
or young men, too,
drawing upon their wooden familiars,
as if the smoke contained within
would give them wisdom's agelessness.

now I look with the female eye
and strip away those stone-faced, lying tongues,
that they would have me, a dreamer,
believe that dreams are dead and gone.

once, an infinite journey's time ago,
I gazed through magic mists,
so rare and splendid,
that search I must and ever on,
that I may look again ... 

Magic Mists

- 1 -
Magic mists hang shadowed veils,
over hills and rocky dales,
'Neath a tree in valley breeze
sits a man, his mind at ease.

Is this just a hopeful fairytale?
Or is this the place where my dreams dwell?
Will the mist of dream reveal to me
lofty meadows in an oaken sea?
Surrounding me.

Twisted oaks reach through the night
around a maid in anxious flight.
Gallop she into the wood
where the knight of Lorac stood.

Shall I open wide my eyes to see,
Them lovingly embrace beneath a tree?
Shall I see, them is this just a wish?
Will they vanish with a parting kiss?

Across my eyes there flies
into the skies sunrise,
The graceful heron with his feathers white as snow.

Warm rains falling in the dark,
Whispers of the hidden spark,
Dwelling in the darkness of the caverns far below.

Long Ago, Now

I met her on the road to time,
She said she was a friend of mine,
But I don't even know your name,
What's your game?

Then she looked right in my eyes,
Her silent lips told no lies.
I cannot speak untrue,
 all that I can do is say to you

- Chorus -
I am the starlight, I am drinking moonlight
I am bringing sunlight to you.
Dark water gliding, your hand beside me
Your dreams will guide me to you.

- 1 -
I am singing your song,
I've been waiting for you to come along.
Now, with a sword in hand,
We can find the answers that we demand,
We can bring the peace that we had planned,
Turn the desert into a promised land.

- Chorus -
I am the starlight, I am drinking moonlight
I am bringing sunlight to you.
Dark water gliding, your hand beside me
Your dreams will guide me to you.

- 2 -
Do you remember long ago?
Now our power can only grow.
We had the same dream in mind,
Together gain, what do we find?
People completely out of present time,
A planet starving for peace of mind.

- Chorus -
I am the starlight, I am drinking moonlight
I am bringing sunlight to you.
Dark water gliding, your hand beside me
Your dreams will guide me to you.

 

Copyright
1998 - 2004

by Golden Bough, Inc.