The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky: A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers, But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
He`s haunted by the memory of a lost paradise In his youth or a dream, he can`t be precise He`s chained forever to a world that`s departed It`s not enough, it`s not enough
His blood has frozen and curdled with fright His knees have trembled and given way in the night His hand has weakened at the moment of truth His step has faltered
One world, one soul Time pass, the river rolls
It`s not enough it`s not enough His hand has faltered .... .... ......
And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication And silent replies that swirl invitation Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea A grim intimation of what is to be
There`s an unceasing wind that blows through this night And there`s dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight And silence that speaks so much louder that words, Of promises broken
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