It
was an April mornin’
When they told us
We should go
And as I turned to you
You smiled at me
How could we say no?
Whoa the fun to have
To live the dreams
We’ve always had
Whoa the songs to sing
When we at last return again
Swept beyond a glancing kiss
To those who claim they know
On the seas the seaman hears
The devil’s in his hole
Whoa to sail away
Sandy lands and holidays
Whoa to touch the dream
Eyes inside that never see (yeah)
To the sun the south
The north, flocks of birds have flown
The shackles of commitment fell
In pieces on the ground
Whoa to ride the wind
To tread the air above the din
Whoa to laugh aloud
Dancing eyes above the crowd
Seek a man whose pointing hand
A giant step unfolds
Guide us from the burning path (curving path?)
That churns up into stone
If one bell should ring
Celebration for a king
So fast the heart should beat
As proud for him ??????????
Days went by when you and I
Bathed in eternal summer’s glow
It’s far away and distant
A mutual time to grow
Whoa the sweet refrain
Soothes the soul and calms the pain
Oh I’ll here remain
Sleeping now to rise again
Wandering and wondering
One place to rest the search
Where the mighty arms of Atlas
Hold the heavens from the Earth
Oh the might arms of Atlas
Hold the heavens from the earth
From the earth
I’m gonna reign, gonna reign, gonna reign (2x)
Where the mighty arms of Atlas
Hold the heavens from the earth
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