| Lyrics: | Sisters of the way-side bide their time in quiet peace,
Await their place within the ring of
calm;
Still stand to turn in seconds of release,
Await the call they know may never
come.
In times of lightness, no intruder dared upon
To jeopardize the course, upset the
run;
And all was joy and hands were raised toward the sun
As love in the halls of plenty
overrun.
Aaah, ahhh...
Still in their bliss unchallenged mighty feast,
Unending
dances shadowed on the day.
Within their walls, their daunting formless keep,
Preserved
their joy and kept their doubts at bay.
Faceless legions stood in readiness to weep,
Just
turn a coin, bring order to the fray;
And everything is soon no sooner thought than
deed,
But no one seemed to question in anyway.
Aaah, ahhh...
How keen the storied
hunter's eye prevails upon the land
To seek the unsuspecting and the weak;
And powerless
the fabled sat, too smug to lift a hand
Toward the foe that threatened from the deep.
Who
cares to dry the cheeks of those who saddened stand
Adrift upon a sea of futile
speech?
And to fall to fate and make the status plan
But no one there had heaven within
their reach.
Singin'....
Where was your word, where did you go?
Where was your
helping, where was your bow? Bow.
Dull is the armour, cold is the day.
Hard was the
journey, dark was the way. Way.
I heard the word; I couldn't stay. Oh.
I couldn't stand it
another day, another day-ay,
Another day, another day.
Touched by the timely coming,
Roused from the keeper's sleep,
Release the grip, throw down the key.
Held now
within the knowing,
Rest now within the peace.
Take of the fruit, but guard the
seed.
They had to stay!
Held now within the knowing,
Rest now within the
beat.
Take of the fruit, but guard the seed |
