It was an April morning when they told us we should go As I turn to you, you smiled at me How could we say no?
With all the fun to have, to live the dreams we always had Oh, the songs to sing, when we at last return again
Sending off a glancing kiss, to those who claim they know Below the streets that steam and hiss, The devil's in his hole
Oh to sail away, To sandy lands and other days Oh to touch the dream, Hides inside and never seen.
Into the sun the south the north, at last the birds have flown The shackles of commitment fell, In pieces on the ground
Oh to ride the wind, To tread the air above the din Oh to laugh aloud, Dancing as we fought the crowd
To seek the man whose pointing hand, The giant step unfolds With guidance from the curving path, That turns our feet to stone
If one bell should ring, in celebration for a king So fast the heart should beat, As proud the head with heavy feet.
Days went by when you and I, bathed in eternal summers glow As far away and distant, Our mutual time to grow
Oh the sweet refrain, Soothes the soul and calms the pain Oh Albion remains, sleeping now to rise again
Wandering & wandering, What place to rest the search The mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth
The mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth From the earth...
I know the way, know the way, know the way, know the way
Oh the mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth.
Up the 13 steps of the gallows walked the condemned man And time passes very quickly when death is near After having completed the first step, the condemned man knew there were but 12 left Before he would meet death and his soul would leave his body And after having completed the 13 steps the condemned man was met by a giant cloaked figure And with a quick flick of the wrist the man was dead And his soul left his body and went down down down To a place we laughingly refer to as hell But none of us will ever go there because we're all far too groovy The man's body was left to rot on the gallows And a great multitude of black birds came and picked the man's corpse apart Piece by piece Limb by limb Until nothing remained And his blood melted into the ground below
The gallows was made from a tree created by God The man's blood dripped into the ground which was created by God Even the giant cloaked figure which was the man's own end was created by God Even the man's soul which went down was created by God Even the black birds which picked the man's corpse apart were created by God AND WHERE WAS GOD?
In Flanders Fields the poppies grow between the crosses row on row to mark the dead
To Flanders Fields the hippies go to smoke the poppies there below and feed their heads
And they're all friends of mine, each and every one of them, no better or no worse And we'll probably end up down there together when it's all over
Oh somebody kill me please. Somebody kill me please. I'm on my knees. Pretty pretty please, kill me. I want to die. Put a bullet in my head.
Yesh you are toight. Toight like a toiger. Yesh yesh.