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length: 8:17-18 [depending on edition]
written by: Paul Klein

FEATURED ON

The Wind In The Willows [album] (1968)

THERE IS BUT ONE TRUTH, DADDY

[read from "The Wind In The Willows":] The mole and the water rat were weary from the long night they had spent rowing along the river in their search for the lost baby otter and then at day break they heard the sound of a familiar enchanted piping and it led them to a small island as they walked closer to the sound of the piping and the source they came upon a small clearing the mole turned to the water rat perhaps he would never have dared to raise his eyes but that though the piping was now hushed the call and the summons seemed still dominant and imperious he might not refuse were death himself waiting to strike him instantly once he had looked with mortal eye on things rightly kept hidden trembling he obeyed and of the imminent dawn while nature flushed with fullness of incredible color seemed to hold her breath for the event he looked in the very eyes of the friend and helper he saw the backward sweep of the curved horns gleaming in the growing daylight he saw the stern hooked nose between the kindly eyes that were looking down on them humorously while the bearded mouth broke into a half-smile at the corners he saw the rippling muscles on the arm that lay across the broad chest the long supple hand still holding the pan-pipes only just fallen away from his parted lips he saw the splendid curves of the shaggy limbs disposed in majestic ease on the sward and he saw last of all nestling between his very hooves sleeping soundly in entire peace and contentment the little round podgy childish form of the baby otter all this he saw for one moment breathless and intense vivid on the morning sky and still as he looked he lived and still as he lived he wondered rat he found breath to whisper shaking are you afraid afraid murmured the rat his eyes shining with unutterable love afraid of him o never never and yet and yet o mole I am afraid then the two animals crouching to the earth bowed their heads and did worship sudden and magnificent the sun's broad golden disc showed itself over the horizon facing them and the first rays shooting across the level water-meadows took the animals full in the eyes and dazzled them when they were able to look once more the vision had vanished and the air was full of the carol of birds that hailed the dawn as they stared blankly in dumb misery deepening as they slowly realized all they had seen and all they had lost a capricious little breeze dancing up from the surface of the water tossed the aspens shook the dewy roses and blew lightly and caressingly in their faces and with its soft touch came instant oblivion for this is the last best gift that the kindly demigod is careful to bestow on those to whom he has revealed himself in their helping the gift of forgetfulness

Be sweet to those whose fairness shows and remind them the good things they've chosen there is but one truth daddy there is but one truth daddy

Therefore you need not be sad it should not weigh very heavy spending the few things you had there is but one truth daddy there is but one truth daddy

Besides it seems like a good life there is but one truth daddy the promises made for your paths there is but one the promises made for your paths there is but one