Green Conduit

Dreams of a place that my father has seen
Where the farmers and the gardeners have no king
What he saw was unmistakable
And it happened at a time of pure content
He gave up his job at the M.O.D
24 years old he flowered
My old man was a gardener, asking
«Why the fuck have we got thumbs?»
I know, I know why
I know, I know why
I know, I know why
Now I know I know why
He had a great green appetite, asked
«When does gold turn silver?»
Then a message came through the green conduit
What he saw was a leprechaun
It let him know that we’re not far
From a different world and this story from my dad
Was one great tale that reeked of hope
I know, I know why
I know, I know why
I know, I know why
Now I know I know why
I know, I know