La Casa Di Dawson

GENESIS - FIRTH OF FIFTH

The path is clear

Though no eyes can see

The course laid down long before.

And so with gods and men

The sheep remain inside their pen,

Though many times they've seen the way to leave.

He rides majestic

Past homes of men

Who care not or gaze with joy,

To see reflected there

The trees, the sky, the lily fair,

The scene of death is lying just below.

The mountain cuts off the town from view,

Like a cancer growth is removed by skill.

Let it be revealed.

A waterfall, his madrigal.

An inland sea, his symphony.

Undinal songs

Urge the sailors on

Till lured by sirens cry.

Now as the river dissolves in sea,

So neptune has claimed another soul.

And so with gods and men

The sheep remain inside their pen,

Until the shepherd leads his flock away.

The sands of time were eroded by

The river of constant change.