Testo Saturday's Child

Farewell my child it's timeTo leave this all behindExchanging the river for the seaFarewell to saturday's childCut loose before his primeSet adrift in the citySpeak to me nowo f isolationFeel your way home in the darkHere comes the old greay manBack bent before his timeTracing figures in the sandHe has no more crosses to bearSat upon his rocking chairGazes out toward the seaSpeak to me now of visionsSeen through a looking glass mindSpeak of your inhibitionsYou still have your mountain to climb