And we walked the pagan streams
And searched for white horses on surrounding hills
We lived where dusk had meaning
And repaired to quiet sleep, where noise abated
In touch with the silence
On honey street, on honey street

What happened to a sense of wonder
On yonder hillside, getting dim
Why didn't they leave us, alone
Why couldn't we just be ourselves
We could dream, and keep bees
And live on honey street

And we walked the pagan streams
In meditation and contemplation
And we didn't need anybody, or anything
Then, no concepts, being free
And I wanna climb that hillside again, with you
One more time

As the great, great, great, great, great, great, great
Being watches over
And we repair, repair, repair, shhh, repair, shhh, we repair
To honey street, to honey street.

• All Saints Day
• Be Thou My Vision
• By His Grace
• Carrying a Torch
• Green Mansions
• Hymns to The Silence
• I Can't Stop Loving You
• I Need Your Kind of Loving
• I'm Not Feeling It Anymore
• It Must Be You
• On Hyndford Street
• Ordinary Life
• Pagan Streams
• Professional Jealousy
• Quality Street
• See Me Through Part Ii
• So Complicated
• Some Peace of Mind
• Take Me Back
• Village Idiot
• Why Must I Always Explain?