Casey-Werkraum

[00:15.608]'Twas a man of youthful features [00:19.161]'Twas a boy of sorrowful eyes [00:23.027]Watching out but looking inward [00:26.527]Tall and stately and full of life [00:46.093]In his time he spoke but rarely [00:49.802]In his mind he cried for light [00:53.486]Painting perceptions, trying to capture [00:57.273]That which he saw in his questioning strife [01:01.636]... [01:16.682]Once in Lisbon, twice in London [01:20.313]Travelling around for all of his time [01:24.153]Looking for and finding a goddess [01:27.811]He took Diana to be his bride [01:47.115]Of the children they'd begotten [01:50.851]Two had died without knowing life [01:54.612]And the third I know not whereof [01:58.322]But if she lives, she will yet be kind [02:02.632]... [02:17.966]Casey had a mark of simple value [02:22.171]He had a star between his eyes [02:25.750]In his hands he held an axe blade [02:29.590]The Greek symbol of thunder and fire [02:49.077]On a night when the heavens were crying [02:52.630]He went out and took his blade [02:56.627]Chopping wood to warm his hearthside [03:00.101]The lightning came and my brother died [03:19.353]Bring him no wine from faraway vineyards [03:22.880]Tell him no tales of the canyon's might [03:26.720]But wish him peace and eternal wisdom [03:30.429]For he has died and he died by light [03:35.680]...