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