'cello Song (Take 4, January 4th 1969)

Strange face, with your eyes

So pale and sincere

Underneath you know well

You have nothing to fear

For the dreams that came to you when so young

Told of a life

Where spring is sprung

You would seem so frail

In the cold of the night

When the armies of emotion

Go out to fight

But while the earth sinks to its grave

You sail to the sky

On the crest of a wave

So forget this cruel world

Where I belong

I'll just sit and wait

And sing my song

And if one day you should see me in the crowd

Lend a hand and lift me

To your place in the cloud