From the recording C-90
Lyrics
Take me away on the breeze, my loves if you please
From a world that gives nothing to a fool who believes
Carry me off to a day where Philotes’ reigns
Where the sweat of the blessed is humanity’s gain
And humanity’s gain, through the veil of philosophy,
Rides the Rawlian waves from the shores of Bernays’ belle epoque
Its a wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful life
Its a wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful life
Phineas gave man a gauge for to measure his ways
To being served by emotions but being never their slave
Fashion a world for me now that gives thought to the hows,
To the whys and wonders that conspire to confound
That conspire to confound against Galton’s autocracy
Ceding Spensoric ground to the dreams of some foolish sociocrat