Jacob Hurley - Blue Mountain Waltz Lyrics

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