South of the Sahara
South of the Sahara, aching heart.Is that where you’d guess all astronomy starts?We could have more knowledge than we dream,In Heaven and Earth nothing’s less than it seems.
This could be the circle of the stones,The turn of the card or the rolling of bones,This could be the lay-line on the land,The past and the future that cross in our hands,This could close the circle.
Double star that hides itselfWhite dwarf behind the Sun – oh, Sirius.The things we can’t explainRemainMysterious.
South of the Sahara, Timbuktu,The back of beyond and the shock of the new,This could be the strangest thing of all,The body of science with its back to the wall.
South of the Sahara,Distant men of logic try to traceThe shape of the Vortex, the pattern of space,The same as that of atoms and the mind.Wherever we look it’s ourselves that we find,The sand of the Sahara.
Double star that hides itselfWhite dwarf behind the Sun – oh, Sirius.The things we can’t explainRemainMysterious.
The people of the Dogon always knewThe extraterrestrials’ heavenly view.Stars that dodge our passage, holy Suns,Over the centuries, these have becomeThe legend of the Dogon.
How do you explain it?How do you begin to explain it all?
We could be the lay-line on the land,Invisible shifts in the hourglass’s sand.We could have more knowledge than we dream,In Heaven and Earth nothing’s less than it seems.We could be eternal.