The Song Of Eternal Numbers - Angelo Branduardi

The Song Of Eternal Numbers - Angelo Branduardi
Come here my angel and sit on my knee
And tell me what song you would hear from me
"Sing me the song of eternal numbers
And from this day I shall well remember"
One is for the reaper
Waiting for his harvest of life
Two is for the oxen straining at the cart
Three is for the world and its every part
Four there are the standing stones of Merlin
Where the hero's swords were ever sharpened
One is for the reaper
Waiting for his harvest of life
And the sum of the golden times
In all ages of man is five
Sang the dwarf in a cloud of steam
Threw six herbs in the draught
Which he stirred
And he laughed
He went "ha ha ha ha ha ha "
And there are seven suns and
There are seven moons
Eight the blazing fires by the first of June
Nine is for the maidens dancing
Round the fountain
Worshipping the moon rising on the mountain
One is for the reaper
Waiting for his harvest of life
Ten is for the galleons coming from the war
Which our young men fought
On a distant shore
And walking with their flag
We counted eleven
All that now remain of
A hundred young men
One is for the reaper
Waiting for his harvest of life
And the sum of the golden times
In all the ages of man is five
And the months of the year are twelve
Made of days made of hours
And minutes that pass
And they pass and they pass they pass
Now twelve is for the signs
In the starbright sky
In envy of his neighbour
Challenge and defy
I sing you the song of eternal numbers
But I see a time when all is ended
One is for the reaper
Waiting for his harvest of life
There will come a day
When the trumpet splits the sky
And thunder fire and wind
Will lay waste the low and high;
That will be the time in the song of numbers
When the reaper tires at last of waiting
One is for the reaper
And two the oxen and three the parts
And four is for the stones
Five is for the ages six is for the herbs
And seven are the suns
And seven are the moons eight is for the fires
Nine is for the maidens
Ten is for the galleons
Eleven for the young men
Twelve is for the signs
And twelve for time a'passing
One is for the reaper who laughs
As one by one the stars blink out