TIMELESS TROUBADOUR
We see the River rolling on.
We feel the Wind of Time.
They mingle in the Earth's Old Song,
as music and as rhyme.
It's moving through the city tall,
and through the countryside.
It echoes in the concert hall,
and in the Ocean's Tide.
Chorus
Constant as a beating Heart,
it bears the Living Soul;
vaster than all human Art;
and older than the Cold.
Above, the Stars move on their Course.
Earth will stretch and yawn.
Life is such a mighty Force,
it always moves us on.
We see the River rolling on.
We feel the Wind Of Time.
We offer up the Gift Of Song,
in music and in rhyme.
Chorus
Constant as a beating Heart,
it bears the Living Soul;
vaster than all human Art;
and older than the Cold.
( © - 2004 - Betty J. Curtis - "Future Folk" Music )
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