The Mad Hatter's Song LyricsnOh seekers of spring how could you not find contentmentnIn a time of riddling reasons in this land of the blind nBy the joke of fate alonenIt's sure that as the loved hand leaves you,nYou clutch for the slip-stream, the realness to find.nBut do what you like, do what you like, do what you like,nDo what you like, do what you like, do what you can,nDo what you can, live till you dienMy poor little man.nFor Jesus will stretch out his hand no more.nBut in the south there's many a waving tree;nOh would that musky fingers move your pain;nIn the warm south winds the lost flowers bloom again.nAnd if you cried, you know you'd fill a lake with tears,nStill wouldn't turn back the years,nSince the city has took you,nMad Hatter is on my mind.nSo sad, sad to see the way it grewnThose other people that I knewnThat have either fell or faltered.nMad Hatter is on my mind.nAnd you must have to see clear some time.nPrometheus the problem child,nStill juggling with his brainsnGives his limping leopard's visionsnTo the miser in his veins.nWithin the ruined factory is the normal soul insanenAs he sets the sky beneath his heelnAnd learns away the pain.nBut I am the archer the lover of laughter,nAnd mine is the arrowed flight.nI am the archer, and my eyes yearn after the unsullied sight.nBorn of the dark waters of the daughters of night,nDancing without movement after the clear light.nOh Perithian fate be kind in the rumbling and trundling rickshaw of time.nHooked by the heart to the king fisher's line,nI will set my one eye for the shores of the blind.n