Barclay James Harvest - In Memory Of The Martyrs lyrics

Drifting gently from the shore

Time is like a fair wind

With a lifetime to explore.

The beauty that surrounds you

Was meant to be adored

The problems that surround you

Were meant to be ignored

We are love

We are

We are love.

I dreamt I held a baby

I dreamt I held a child

I dreamt I held a young man

A prisoner in my hand.

My hand I could not open

The man grew up inside

A prisoner without reason

Just on the other side.

We are love

We are

We are love.

The blood red rose of summer

Grows elegant and tall

In memory of the green grass

Behind the garden wall.

The green grass grows forever

Beneath the bloody sky

In memory of the martyrs

She'll cover when they die.

We are love

We are

We are love.

(Dedicated to Philip John Ireland