Still Glides the Stream (live from Mid‐Sömmer Musik)

Yeah
The man who never was
Painted images of freedom
He never sold a lot
It wasn't what his public wanted
Still lights the stream
He painted scenes from dreams
Ignored his friends' divisions
Cleaned our dirty streets well
And worked to make things clearer
Still lights the stream
Still lights the stream
Still lights the stream
All the colors that he saw
Were windmills by the banks
And the journey he made
Saw his footprints in the sand
And he knew it was sooner or later
Guess he knew it was sooner or later
Guess 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 lights the stream
Still lights the stream
Still lights the stream
Raised in a time of darkness
The ancient's in his head
Born in the thunder and lightning
The man who was never there
Oh
Still lights the stream
Still lights the stream
Okay
Yeah
All good?