What's Become of the Baby - 2013 Remaster

Waves of violet go crashing and laughing
 The rainbow winged singing birds fly 'round the sun
 Sun bells rain down in a liquid profusion
 Mermaids on porpoises draw up the dawn
 What's become of the baby this cold December morning?
 Songbirds frozen in their flight
 Drifting to the earth, remnants of forgotten dreaming
 Dawning answer comes there none.
 Go to sleep you child, dream of never-ending always
 Panes of crystal ice sparkle like waterfalls
 Lighting the polished ice caverns of the dawn,
 But where in the looking-glass fields of illusion
 Wandered the child who was perfect as the dawn?
 What's become of the baby this cold December morning?
 What's become of the baby this cold December morning?
 Racing in rhythm of the sun
 All the world revolves captured in the eye of woman
 Allah, where are you now?
 All eyes are blinded by the sparkling waters
 Scheherazade gathering stories to tell
 But where is the child who played with the sunshines?
 And chased the cloud shape to the regions of mind?
 Standing stream cries the south wind
 Lost in the regions of
 Shadow-like chains of illusion, delusions of living and dead.