In ages past when spells were cast. In a time of men in steel. When a man was taught no special thing. It was all done by feel. So listen so learn so read on. You gotta turn the page read the Book of Taliesyn. Hear the song of lovely Joan. Her sound so sweet and clear. In the courtroom of the King. Among children and the peers. So listen so learn so read on. You gotta turn the page read the Book of Taliesyn. "Now hear ye the words of Taliesyn. on the foaming beach of the ocean. in the day of trouble. I shall be of more service to thee. than three hundred salmon...". The hare he bounds across the page. Past castles white and fair. Past dreaming chessmen on their boards. With a fool's mate as a snare. So listen so learn so read on. You gotta turn the page read the Book of Taliesyn. "Three times I have been born. I know this from meditation...". The bird he flies the distance. From pages two to six. Past minstrels in their boxes. To the waters of the Styx. So listen so learn so read on. You gotta turn the page read the Book of Taliesyn. Don't take the pictures lightly. Listen to their sound. For from their coloured feeling. Experience is found. So listen so learn so read on. You gotta turn the page read the Book of Taliesyn. "All the sciences of the world are collected in my breast. for I know what has been what is now. and what hereafter will occur..."