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Make time for a morning not for sale.
English cinematic ballad · Bollywood duet, harp, tabla and bansuri direction
Hours are sold and days spent while sea and wind still call. The lyric turns from estrangement toward a hand that asks no profit and a morning not for sale. The direction names Wordsworth’s The World Is Too Much With Us as inspiration; this adapted song is not presented as the complete original poem.
An English cinematic-ballad and Bollywood-duet direction places Celtic harp, soft tabla, warm strings and bansuri within sea-wind imagery. Nature need not become a destination or a therapeutic promise: one musical passage can simply turn attention from haste toward breath.
Read the lyrics
[Intro]
The world is too much with us now,
Too loud for heart, too late for vow.
[Verse 1]
We spend our hours, we sell our days,
We lose the old and sacred ways.
The sea still bares her breast to the moon,
But we pass by and forget the tune.
[Pre-Chorus]
The winds are gathered, sleeping deep,
The flowers wake, the waters keep.
Yet all this beauty calls in vain
To hearts that hurry through the rain.
[Chorus]
The world is too much, but love is near,
A quieter music I can hear.
Take me back where the wild waves roll,
Where nature speaks to the listening soul.
The world is too much, but not the sky,
Not the moon in your gentle eye.
If I have lost the ancient art,
Let the sea return my heart.
[Instrumental Interlude]
[Verse 2]
I would rather stand beside the foam,
Poor in gold, but rich in home.
Hear old gods in the water cry,
See bright visions walking by.
[Bridge]
Give me a morning not for sale,
Give me the breathing of the vale.
Give me a hand that does not ask
What profit waits behind the mask.
[Chorus]
The world is too much, but love is near,
A quieter music I can hear.
Take me back where the wild waves roll,
Where nature speaks to the listening soul.
The world is too much, but not the sky,
Not the moon in your gentle eye.
If I have lost the ancient art,
Let the sea return my heart.
[Outro]
The world is too much with us now,
But the moon still keeps her silver vow.
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