I sang songs
Of Long Forgotten Lore
I told tales
On a far deserted shore

Where the Moon shone so bright
And the world was always right
But the world moved along
Their songs no longer sung

My children, they grew old
Their tales no longer told
My children, they grew old
Their tales no longer told

We will fly
And our fire shall not die
We we will soar
Like the men we were before

And the world will go on
Like the cycle of the Sun
It will guide us through
Like the cycle of the Moon

I will fly
And my fire shall not die
I will soar
Like the man I was before

And the world will go on
Like the cycle of the Sun
It will guide me through
Like the cycle of the Moon

I will fly
And my fire shall not die
I will soar
Like the man I was before

And the world will go on
Like the cycle of the Sun
It will guide me through
Like the cycle of the Moon