(hampstead incident)

Standing by the everyman, digging the rigging on my sail
Rain to the sound of harpsichords, to the spell of fairy tale
The heath was hung in magic mist, enchanted dripping glades,
I?ll taste a taste until my mind drifts from this scene and fades
In the night time

Crystals sparkles in the grass, I polish them with thought
On my lash there in my eye a star of light is caught
Fortunes told in grains of sand, here I am is all I know
Candy stuck in children?s hair, everywhere I go
In the night time

Crystals sparkles in the grass, I polish them with thought
On my lash there in my eye a star of light is caught
Fortunes told in grains of sand, here I am is all I know
Candy stuck in children?s hair, everywhere I go
In the night time

In the night time
In the night time
In the night time