Blue Mountain Waltz

I am going to become The mother of the sky You are going to become My masterly reply We shall see the oceanside Together ere we die And I am the one Who sees all things The sun is rising in the morn Across the frosted lakes Here on thee, blue mountain waltz The mother child makes With the seed of purple sack Our healthfulness she takes So thou shall bear the semen And I the seed Upon the seated bicycle Down to Spain ye roam Within thy humors is a scent The sirens left unknown With thy mind there is a trace Of strangers to atone Before the time of sudden light The imbecile shall burn And I am the one Who sees all things