The Renaissance - AMERICA lyrics

(Stuart Adamson)

From Big Country's album "The Seer" (backing vocals)

Long ago I beard a tale

I never wilt forget

The time was in the telling

On the bank the scene was set

The sky was rolling blindly on

The daylight had not gone

She washed her hair among the stones

And saw what was to come

All this will pass

There will be blood among the corn

And heroes in the hills

But there is more to come my boy

Before you've had your fill

Men will come and rope the sail

As though it were their own

And they will bathe their feet in oil

As I have bathed my own

All this will pass

All things must come

Just as I tell you here

Stones will stand together

As if searching for the stars

And all come crashing down again

Before they reach too far

She turned to face the setting sun

I turned to walk away

But then she called my name again

And beckoned me to stay

All this will pass

All things must come

Just as I tell you here

She told me of the famous sons

Who write their names in peace

Yet be cut down before the time

Has come for our release

Just as I tell you here

Even now

I wait for the coming day

Even now

She waits in the dawn

For the tales she tells

For the gifts that she will sell

For the sight she knows

For a vision that still grows

With the dream in her eyes no one's seen

I listened for so long that day

That I can hardly tell

If what she said was heaven sent

Or brought to bear in hell

That men of hope would stand alone

And still be cast a lie

Just as Romans cast them

On the day they were to die

All this will pass

There is more of what she told

Much better left alone

For who are we to question her

Who stands among the stones