Recollection - Rick Wakeman

Memories of a life on earth go flashing past,

Of home, of Grauben, friends of whom he’s seen his last

Contemplating what his life’s been worth,

While trapped beneath the earth,

An embryo at birth

Pain and fear destroy the beauty I have seen,

Of caverns, where no other man has been

Silurian epoch hosts me as my grave,

My final blow I wave,

A life too late to save

Crystals of opaque quartz, studded limpid tears,

Forming magic chandeliers, lighting blistered galleries

NARRATION

Narration 4

Suddenly the ground disappeared from beneath his feet. He fell down

a vertical shaft, his head hitting a sharp rock. Hhe lost

consciousness. On opening his eyes, he found himself with the

Professor and the guide, and, looking around him, he saw an ocean

stretching as faras the eye could see, a giant forest of

mushrooms, a line of huge cliffs, and strange clouds hung

overhead, as he lay on a deeply indented shore of golden sand

strewn with shells. For a moment, he thought he was back on the

surface of the earth, but soon realised that they had reached a

world within a world.