Wissahickon Lyrics

A hermit thrush told me bout the hooting owls tricks

They want to take you back to their Pennsylvania cricks

Although they're so far from your new life that you now know

Your important meeting, it was canceled, so you go

The dandelion daylight dies

You catch a dozen fireflies

A red delicious tastes like fall

Well, it's all growing dark

Close your eyes

Sleep beside the Wissahickon

If you're not chicken

Good enough for any Wiccan

To dip their toes in

From your lips escapes a prayer

Do you believe in God?

As you are, she sees you there

She's nodding as you nod

Streams of consciousness

Show what you suppress

Lost are all the others

You have found yourself at last

Baptized by the Brothers

As you wade into the past

Psalms and prophecies

Set your heart at ease

Hold a stone. Then throw it

When it plunks, it scares a fish

Who darts away below it

Still the ripple grants your wish

God breathes in and puffs out the light

The feeling of Night

Sounds around astound you as you stumble to your feet

Bird song and Goose honk and Bird song and tweet

Sunlight warms the breeze

Touching through the trees

Jarred awake, you crawl aboard

Your gasping SEPTA bus

Thinking back on where you snored

You look back and smile at us

Sleep beside the Wissahickon

If you're not chicken

Good enough for any Wiccan

To dip their toes in