Rick Wakeman
Excerpt from ‘The Ancient’ (Live)
So the flowering creativity of life
Wove its web face to face with the shallows
And their gods sought out and conquered
Ah Kin
Do the leaves of green stay greener through the autumn?
Does the colour of the sun turn crimson white?
Does a shadow come between us in the winter?
Is the movement really light?
And I heard a million voices singing
Acting to the stories that they had heard about
Does on child know the secret and can say it?
Or does it all come out along without you?
Along without you
Along without you
Where does reason stop and killing just take over?
Does a lamb cry out before we shoot it dead?
Are there many more in comfort understanding?
Is the movement in the head?
And I heard a million voices singing
Acting to the stories that they had heard about
Does one child know the secret and can say it?
Or does it all come out along without you?
Along without you
Along without you