| ELOY |
|---|
| See the machine and follow me and let us touch this history |
| stop in a time of changing season |
| see a land of nobody |
| people sitting 'round a river |
| consumptive nice and with garmets on they are eating fruits |
| and do love the peace |
| and feel so happy all their time |
| they are called Eloy in this old story |
| but I think the are living in my mind |
| they are the world |
| I want to stay here |
| in this land of charity |
| spend my life |
| in a land of freedom. |
