Anoche soñé que volvía a Burgess Shale

I carry the dust of a journey
That cannot be shaken away
It lives deep within me
For I breathe it every day

You and I are yesterday's answers
The earth of the past come to flesh
Eroded by times rivers
To the shapes we now possess.

(Greg Lake, The Sage, 1972)

Year of the Cat

By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There's a hidden door she leads you to
These days, she says, I feel my life
Just like a river running through
The year of the cat

(Al Stewart, Year of the Cat, 1976)