Edenbridge

He was named nineteenhundred "td"
In the ship`s belly lies his cradle
Had no birthday and no land of home
The ocean has no bounds
Virginian sounds
And he faced the world from inside
The ball-room of splendid skies
And on the grand piano
His hands light as butterflies
He played for the rich and for the poor
Thrilling the hearts of all
The world could have been beneath his feet
Searching the call
The voice of the sea
Old chandelier tells a story
Old piano still echoes in here
Old ship lies rusted in the port
And the best years fade away
The splendour has gone
Not what he saw could hold him back
It was what he didn`t see
There was no end in this town
Keys so eternally
But this was god`s piano