In ages past when were spells were cast In a time of men in steel When a man was called no special name It was all done by feel
So listen, so learn, so read on You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn
Hear the song of lovely Joan Her sound so sweet and clear In the courtroom of the King Among children and the peers
So listen, so learn, so read on You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn
'Now hear ye the words of Taliesyn, on the foaming beach of the ocean, in the day of trouble, I shall be of more service to thee than three hundred senates...'
The hare he bounds across the page Past castles white and fair Two dreaming chessmen on their boards With a fool's mate as a snare
So listen, so learn, so read on You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn
'Three times I have been warned I know this from meditation...'
The bird he flies the distance From pages two to six Past minstrels in their boxes To the water on the sticks
So listen, so learn, so read on You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn
Don't take the pictures lightly Listen to their sound For from their coloured feeling Experience is found
So listen, so learn, so read on You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn
'All the sciences of the world are collected in my breasts, for I know what has been, what is now, and what hereafter will occur...'
