Lyrics

© Graham Spence

 

Life


(Narration)

There will be too many roads to exit
and a million doors to choose – or so it seems,
no compass spinning right or wrong,
there’ll be long grass dancing in the wind
and for the few, a gravitational pull to the wild. Drift along like the motion of the endless moving tide, then on the red sky of morning I’ll be gone; at the twinkling of an eye we’ll be gone. Don’t be down and hear the counting,
tomorrow we’ll soar on high - fly on the  four strong winds and from dusk glide through the moon faced night; with a glimpse of earth, a spool of time, then douse tomorrow’s burning day to night - riding the mountain winds I’ll be gone - at the twinkling of an eye we’ll be gone.
Be careful, there is bait on the hook of life,
more so in the light of day than in candled night. There will be joy and there will be sorrow – either way, follow your heart or fumble with fools; gather wisdom quickly through the years and the moods of the four seasons. We’ll see the love, hate,
laughter, tears and strife, then suddenly - or so it will seem - time will speed up and move quickly on. Then, under the red sky of the morning I’ll be gone; at the twinkling of an eye we’ll be gone. Let’s saddle up and ride tonight - watch the stars’ we’ll never know or meet - where the only sound will be travelling light. There’ll be unseen constellations
and on the red sky of this evening I’ll be gone; at the twinkling of an eye we’ll be gone.