Without a wish, without a will, I stood upon that silent hill And stared into the sky until My eyes were blind with stars and still I stared into the sky.

The handwriting on the wall may be a forgery.

Did anyone ever have a boring dream?

God loves an idle rainbow, no less than laboring seas.

Some things have to be believed to be seen.

Time, you old gipsy man, Will you not stay, Put up your caravan Just for one day?

Without a wish, without a will, I stood upon that silent hill And stared into the sky until My eyes were blind with stars and still I stared into the sky.