Stairway to Eutychus
There’s a lady who’s sure all that glitters is gold,
And she’s buying a stairway to Eutychus.
And when she gets there she knows, if the stores are closed,
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, and she’s buying a stairway to Eutychus.
There’s a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by a brook there’s a songbird who sings,
“Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.”
Ooh, and she’s buying a stairway to Eutychus.
There’s a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.
Ooh, and she’s buying a stairway to Eutychus.
And it’s whispered that soon, if we all call the tune,
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long,
And the forest will echo with laughter.
And it makes me wonder.
If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow,
Don’t be alarmed now:
It’s just a spring-clean for the May Queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by,
But in the long run,
There’s still time to change the road you’re on.
Your head is humming and it won’t go,
In case you don’t know;
The piper’s calling you to join him.
Dear lady can you hear the wind blowÑ
And did you knowÑ
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?
And as we wind on down the road,
Our shadow’s taller than our souls;
There walks a lady we all know,
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And, if you listen very hard,
The tune will come to you at last:
When all are one and one is all,
To be a rock and not to roll
And she’s buying a stairway to Eutychus.