Genesis

HR FOX

Dancing with the moonlit knight

Can you tell me where my country lies? Said the unifaun to his true love's eyes "It lies with me," cried the Queen of Maybe For her merchandise, he traded in his prize "Paper late!" cried a voice in the crowd Old man dies The note he left was signed, 'old Father Thames' It seems he's drowned Selling England by the pound Citizens of hope and glory Time goes by, it's the time of your life Easy now, sit you down Chewing through your Wimpey dreams They eat without a sound Digesting England by the pound Young man says, "You are what you eat, eat well" Old man says, "You are what you wear, wear well" You know what you are, you don't give a damn Bursting your belt that is your homemade sham The captain leads his dance right on through the night Join the dance Follow on! Till the grail sun sets in the mould Follow on! Till the gold is cold Dancing out with the Moonlit Knight Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout There's a fat old lady outside the saloon Laying out the credit cards, she plays fortune The deck is uneven right from the start And all of their hands are playing a part The captain leads his dance right on through the night Join the dance Follow on! A round table-talking down we go You're the show! Off we go with - you play the hobbyhorse I'll play the fool We'll tease the bull ringing, round and loud, loud and round Follow on! With a twist of the world we go Follow on! Till the gold is cold Dancing out with the Moonlit Knight Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout

A carved oak table 

tells a tale Of times 

when Kings and Queens 

sipped wine 

from goblets gold 

And the brave would lead their ladies 

From out the room to arbours cool 

A time of valourand legends born 

A time when honour meant much more to a man than life 

And the days knew only strife to tell right from wrong Through lance and sword Why, why, can we never be sure till we die Or have killed for an answer? Why, why, do we suffer each race to believe That no race has been grander? It seems because through time and space Though names may change, each face retains the mask it wore A dusty table, musty smells Tarnished silver lies discarded upon the floor Only feeble light descends through a film of grey That scars, the panes Gone the carving and those who left their mark Gone the kings and queens, now only the rats hold sway And the weak must die, according to nature's law As old as they Why, why, can we never be sure till we die Or have killed for an answer? Why, why, do we suffer each race to believe That no race has been grander? It seems because through time and space Though names may change, each face retains the mask it wore