A spiritual journey can be long, joyful and arduous (and never truly end), but can be oh so very hard to relate in words. One must resort to metaphors and other devices to describe transcendent experiences. And the words never quite capture it.....
Bob Ryan -: Guitar, 12 String Guitar, Bass, Keyboards, Programming and Vocals
Recorded in 1991 at Lightkeeper Recording Studios of Penticton BC Canada
(LYRICS)
Words & Music by Bob Ryan (c)1990
I was walking through a crowded town,
when the crier called a name
To my surprise every wounded man,
every faded soul did rise
The crier said 'now the time has come,
to abandon this weary place'
He led the way over rock and sea
to a place I'd never been
Where we were walking, the river flowed so free
When we were talking, the words were bright to see
The streets were wide,
not a stone was cracked
Not a weed growing in the dark
The doors were wide as I looked inside,
through a shimmering veil of light
'Enter in! your house is done -
Though the rooms do grow and grow'
As the crier passed he looked at me
but it was my own face I'd see
Where we were walking, the river flowed like wine
When we were talking,
the words did shimmer and shine
As I turned back to the crowded town,
I found I'd never left
Yet I looked out on this different plane
Where the Sun was younger and strong
The crier said 'now the time has come,
to raise the struggle as one'
And the crowded town
and the hallowed ground
Were awash with the turbulent sun
Where we were walking, the river flowed so fast
When we were talking, the words would eternally last
Where we were walking, the river flowed like wine
When we were talking, the words did shimmer and shine
The Crowded Town
