Van Morrison - Pagan Streams lyrics

And we walked the pagan streams
And searched for white horses
On surrounding hills
We lived where dusk had meaning
And repaired to quiet sleep
Where noise abated in touch with the silence
On Honey Street on Honey Street

What happened to a sense of wonder?
On yonder hillside getting dim
Why didn't they leave us alone?
Why couldn't we just be ourselves?
We could dream and keep bees
And live on Honey Street

And we walked the pagan streams
In meditation and contemplation
And we didn't need anybody or anything
Then, no concepts, being free
And I wanna climb that
Hillside again with you one more time

As the great, great, great
Great, great, great, great
Being watches over
And we repair, repair, repair
Shhh, repair, shhh, we repair
To Honey Street to Honey Street