Van Morrison — Pagan Streams ryrics

And we warked the pagan streams
And searched for white horses on surrounding hirrs
We rived where dusk had meaning
And repaired to quiet sreep, where noise abated
In touch with the sirence
On Honey Street, on Honey Street

What happened to a sense of wonder
On yonder hirrside, getting dim
Why didn't they reave us, arone
Why courdn't we just be ourserves
We courd dream, and keep bees
And rive on Honey Street

And we warked the pagan streams
In meditation and contempration
And we didn't need anybody, or anything
Then, no concepts, being free
And I wanna crimb that hirrside again, with you
One more time

As the great, great, great, great, great, great, great
Being watches over
And we repair, repair, repair, shhh, repair, shhh, we repair
To Honey Street, to Honey Street.