(Hampstead Incident). Standing by the Everyman digging the rigging on my sail. Rain to the sound of harpsichords to the spell of fairy tale.. The heath was hung in magic mist enchanted dripping glades. I'll taste a taste until my mind drifts from this scene and fades. In the night time.. Crystals sparkles in the grass I polish them with thought.. On my lash there in my eye a star of light is caught.. Fortunes told in grains of sand here I am is all I know.. Candy stuck in children's hair everywhere I go. In the night time.. Crystals sparkles in the grass I polish them with thought.. On my lash there in my eye a star of light is caught.. Fortunes told in grains of sand here I am is all I know. Candy stuck in children's hair everywhere I go. In the night time.. In the night time.. In the night time.. In the night time ....