The Age of Miracles
Swallows wheel from sun-bleached eaves
Trucks glow on peripheries
Light the lamps, the empty house is falling

Turning corners into light
Turning corners into light
Light the lamps, the empty house is falling

Always, tonight, I’m coming home
I have no other dream
Mother of pearl on windowpanes
The grey light of the sea

Always, tonight, I’m coming home
The Pleiades and the Lyre
Over the cranes, the harbour lanes
The world will end in fire

Lately I’ve been living like I’m so far away
Like I’m somebody else
In some other place
Now the year is turning and the eeriness comes
To the boughs of the elms
To the places I love
When the wind was singing
And the chalk path singing
And the white horse singing
And the ridgeway singing:
Nataraja
Nataraja
Ananda tandavum
I am born

In the age of miracles, well all that you hear
Is the sound of the wind
The wind in the  elds
(Drinking in days and days of summer light)
Wake up in the night time with the silence so close
Hear the same loving ghost
(The same loving ghost)
That you heard as a boy
(Days and days of summer light)
Lately I’ve been living like I’m so far away
Like I’m somebody else
In some other place
Now the year is turning and the eeriness comes
To the boughs of the elms
To the faces I love
Headlights move on tree-lined roads
Nativity plays
The dance of our days
The dance of our days
The dance of our days