Their voices always call to me
A literary song
Surrounded in unerring fantasy
Nothing could go wrong
But they often sing of deeds
Long before my time
I listen as the old world bleeds
I shiver at their hymn
It's simple music to my ears
Words upon a page
It gives voice to all my fears
I wait for the new age
A literary song
Surrounded in unerring fantasy
Nothing could go wrong
But they often sing of deeds
Long before my time
I listen as the old world bleeds
I shiver at their hymn
It's simple music to my ears
Words upon a page
It gives voice to all my fears
I wait for the new age