Out of dream time stepped a twilight man
awakened from under earth\'s blanket out of a pod
This revered spirit gave totemic ancestors to each clan
then returned as tree and rock, a slumbering god
As if out of clay he had molded man\'s race
from chips of humanity\'s block
In magical song each chant\'s note falls into place
with music of a mythical clock
To guide us back he left song lines
to man\'s two souls, a musical map
Here no life or death, follow roots and vines
to dream time in the circle of a never ending nap