THE PROPHET'S SONG

Oh Oh people of the earth Listen to the warning The seer he said Beware the storm that gathers here Listen to the wise man. I dreamed I saw on a moonlit stair Spreading his hands on the multitude there A man who cried for a love gone stale And ice cold hearts of charity bare. I watched as fear took the old men's gaze Hopes of the young in troubled graves I see no day, I heard him say So grey is the face of every mortal. Oh Oh people of the earth Listen to the warning The prophet he said For soon the cold of night will fall Summoned by your own hand. Oh Oh children of the land Quicken to the new life Take my hand Fly nad find the new green bough Return like the white dove. He told of death as a bone white haze Taking the lost and the unloved babe Late too late all the wretches run These kings of beasts now counting their days. From mother's love is the son estranged Married his own his precious gain The earth will shake in two will break And death all around will be your dow'ry Oh Oh people of the earth Listen to the warning the seer he said For those who hear and mark my words Listen to the good plan. Oh Oh - and two by two my human zoo They'll be running for to come running for to come out of the rain Flee for your life Who heed me not, let all your treasure make you Fear for your life Deceive you not the fires of hell will take you Should death await you. God give you grace to purge this place And peace all around may be your fortune. Oh Oh children of the land Love is still the answer, take my hand The vision fades, a voice I hear “Listen to the Madman! ” But still I fear and still dare not Laugh at the Madman.