The dissonant bells of the sea
Who are ringing the rhymes of the deep
As they sing of the ages asleep
Not so near or so far
And the old masters wind of the waves
Sped forth for the free men and slaves
Whispers of secrets it saves
And about whom they are
And the workings of sunshine and rain
And the visions they paint that remain
Pulsate from my soul through my brain
In a spanish guitar
The beggar whom sits in the street
On his miserable throne of defeat
Envisions no wealth there to meet
Thinking nowhere is far
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And the laughter of children employed
By the fantasies not yet destroyed
By the dogmas of those they avoid
Knowing not what they are
And the right and the wrong and insane
And the answers they cannot explain
Pulsate from my soul through my brain
In a spanish guitar
To play on a spanish guitar
With the sun shining down where you are
Skipping and singing a bar
From the music around
Just to laugh through the columns of trees
To soar like a seagull in breeze
To stand in the rain if you please
Or to never be found
