The Prophet's Song. (May)
Oh Oh people of the earth
Listen to the warning
The seer he said
Beware the storm that gathers here
Listen to the wise man.
I dreamed I saw on a moonlit star
Spreading his hands on the multitude there
A man who cried for a love gone stale
And ice cold hearts of charity bare.
I watched as the fear took the old men's gaze
Hopes of the young in troubled graves
I see no day, I heard him say
So grey is the face of every mortal.
Oh Oh people of the earth
Listen to the warning
The prophet he said
For soon the cold of night will fall
Summoned by your own hand.
Oh Oh children of the land
Quicken to the new life
Take my hand
Fly and find a new green bough
Return like the white dove.
He told of death as a bone white haze
Taking the lost and the unloved babe
Late too late all the wretches run
These kings of beasts now counting their days.
From mother's love is the son estranged
Married his own his precious gain
The earth will shake in two will break
And death all around will be your dow'ry
Oh Oh people of the earth
Listen to the warning the seer he said
For those who hear and mark my words
Listen to the good plan.
Oh Oh - and two by two my human zoo
They'll be
running for to come
running for to come
out of the rain
Flee for your life
Who need me not,let all your treasure make you
Fear for your life
Deceive you not the fires of hell will take you
Should death await you.
God give you grace to purge this place
And peace all around may be your fortune.
Oh Oh children of the land
Love is still the answer, take my hand
The vision fades, a voice I hear
"Listen to the Madman!"
But still I fear and still dare not
Laugh at the Madman.
