>(As recorded on the album The Great American Novel)
In a land of peace by a placid lake,
Eulipions dwell, not a care does make.
Through the tranquil days they glide,
No worries or strife their spirit hide.
In serene retreat, they seek and they find,
A life with purpose and a tranquil mind.
In meadows green, their tents are spread,
Eulipions gather, their peace is spread.
With flutes and song their spirit free,
Eulipions dance in harmony.
Their melodies rise to fill the air,
A symphony pure, devoid of despair.
With love as the law that guides them all,
Eulipions live, no shadows fall.
In peaceful accord, they side by side,
Eulipions united, their love they confide.
In the sacred grove where stillness waits,
Eulipions gather as dusk segregates.
They chant and pray to the divine,
Their hearts uplifted, their spirits shine.
And as the sun sets on another day,
Eulipions rest in a tranquil way.
Their souls entwined, their essence pure,
Eulipions embrace the night serene secure.
They live life's symphony with grace,
In a world of peace, they find their place.
Eulipions true a light so bright,
Their legacy endures, a celestial light.