Steven and I in the Field of Stars lyrics

Circles within circles

We ride through them all

Circles within circles

"In the midst of the Southern regions..."

There a man rests and weeps

This year, next year,

Sometimes,

Never, oh never

If we think then that there is

No joy

But listen:

On the edge of winds

Is the rustling of the greens

All many greens, manifold and lovely

The sighing and crying of the wind

The lovely boughs

The lovely light

The lovely light

The lovely starts, jewelly nobles

The pitted starheads of a burning fire

Burn far brighter burn brighter -

Starry glory golden flamey and lambent -

Than any other fires we know

The moony wetmouthed cradle of bluenight

The plumèd bird, lovely voiced

The streakèd cat, rooted hairshine

Head of furlight

Purr of bright sound

Lovely and noble, jewelly lords

So sparkling, glimmering spitting lights

Little houses of fire

In little towns of fire

Open and shut their fiery sandsheet eyes

• Artist:Current 93
• Album:Of Ruine or Some Blazing Starre