I was dreamin' in my dreamin' |
Of an aspect bright and fair |
And my sleepin' it was broken |
But my dreamit lingered near |
In the form of shainin' walleys |
Where the pure air recognized |
Oh, and my senses newly opened |
And I awakened to the cry |
That the people have the power |
To redeem the work of fools |
From the meek the graces shower |
It's decreed the people rule |
People have the power |
People have the power |
People have the power |
People have the power |
Vengeful aspects became suspect |
And bending low as if to hear |
Well, and the armies ceased advancin' |
Because the people had their ear |
And the shepherds and the soldiers |
And they laid among the stars |
Exchanging visions, layin' arms |
To waste in the dast |
In the form of shinin' walley |
Where the pure air recognized |
And my senses newly opened |
And I awakened to the cry |
People have the power |
People have the power |
People have the power |
People have the power... |
Nessun commento:
Posta un commento