sufficient knowledge

there's nothing left for us to know
except the reasons for our pain
life's nothing but a puppet-show
there's nothing left for us to know

outside the leaves shimmer and glow
the trees and grass just long for rain
there's nothing left for us to know
life's nothing but a puppet-show

at times we wonder at the strain
the quarrel beckons and the row
so much there is that seems so plain
at times we wonder at the strain

the human presence seems a stain
our hearts and minds are just so slow
at times we wonder at the strain
the quarrel beckons and the row

we're caught within the ebb and flow
just on the edge of the great main
we hear the morning cock will crow
we're caught within the ebb and flow

daily the signals come and go
at night we look for charles's wain
we're caught within the ebb and flow
just on the edge of the great main