when all is said and all is done. beneath
the ground, and man lies dead. when all
the earth is a cold grave and no more
brave. bright things have birth when coo-
ling sun and stone-cold world together
hurled. flame up as one o sons of men.
when all is flame what of your fame and
splendour then? when all is fire and fla-
ming air what of your rare and high desi-
re to turn the clod to a thing divine the
earth a shrine and man the god??
[riffs: swan ]
[lyrics: j.d.c. pellow]
[piano: swan ]
[timpani: larsson]
[this song is dedicated to all those forgotten years.] |