Forgive me master if I hear
No rhyme in your glory ode
As it was sung in the days of yore
Now we sing our own
You see I got this dream
Of turning grey and having cleared off every plate
And to never look to tomorrow's rogues
To say they went too far today
To long to waken every soul
From the calm that quells their storm
From the peace that blinds them through the time
When they should have gone to war
Mother crying we forlorn our dreams
Father hold them through the reigns
Let the thieves not take her away from me
And turn her to a slave
The dreams are of the morning
Let me nighttime on in
May the sirens turn-a shrugging
As we carry on-a laughing
As we carry on-a laughing all the way
May there always be fish in your streams
And water in your wells
And those that peddled empty handed
We'll take the silver and run like hell!
(I'm pretty sure at least. Least sure about the "forlorn our dreams" line)
Forgive me master if I hear No rhyme in your glory ode As it was sung in the days of yore Now we sing our own You see I got this dream Of turning grey and having cleared off every plate And to never look to tomorrow's rogues To say they went too far today
To long to waken every soul From the calm that quells their storm From the peace that blinds them through the time When they should have gone to war Mother crying we forlorn our dreams Father hold them through the reigns Let the thieves not take her away from me And turn her to a slave
The dreams are of the morning Let me nighttime on in May the sirens turn-a shrugging As we carry on-a laughing As we carry on-a laughing all the way
May there always be fish in your streams And water in your wells And those that peddled empty handed We'll take the silver and run like hell!
(I'm pretty sure at least. Least sure about the "forlorn our dreams" line)