What's Become of The Baby Lyrics

Waves of violet go crashing and laughing The rainbow winged singing birds fly 'round the sun Sun bells rain down in a liquid profusion Mermaids on porpoises draw up the dawn
What's become of the baby this cold December morning?
Songbirds frozen in their flight Drifting to the earth, remnants of forgotten dreaming Dawning answer comes there none Go to sleep you child, dream of never ending always
Panes of crystal ice sparkle like waterfalls Lighting the polished ice caverns of the dawn But where in the looking glass fields of illusion Wandered the child who was perfect as dawn
What's become of the baby this cold December morning? What's become of the baby this cold December morning?
Racing in rhythms of the sun All the world revolves captured in the eye of woman Allah, where are you now? All eyes are blinded by the sparkling waters
Scheherazade gathering stories to tell From [Incomprehensible] gold fantasy petals that fall But where is the childhood who played with the sunshines And chased the cloud shape to the regions of mind?
Standing stream cries the south wind Lost in the regions of [Incomprehensible] Shadow like chains of illusion, delusions of living and dead