The man who never was Painted images of freedom He never sold a lot It wasn´t what his public wanted
Still glides the stream
He played in scenes from dreams Ignored his friends´ divisions Cleaned our dirty streets well And worked to make things clearer
Still glides the stream Still glides the stream Still glides the stream
All the colours that he saw The windmills by the banks And the journey he´d made Saw his footprints in the sand
Yes, he knew it was sooner or later Yes, he knew it was sooner or later
Yes, he knew it was sooner or later Yes, he knew it was sooner or later
Be careful with what you ignore Look for greatness in the small For the man who never was Still knows what his public needed Yes, he knows what his public needed
Still glides the stream Still glides the stream Still glides the stream
Raised in the time of darkness The ancients in his hair Born in the thunder and lightning The man who was never there