Album: Complete Studio Recordings

Celebration Day

Sisters of the wayside bide their time in quiet peace,
Await their place within the ring of calm.
Still stand to turn in seconds of release,
Await the call they know may never come.
In times of lightness no intruder dared upon,
To jeodardize the course upset the [?run?].
All was joy and hands were raised toward the sun,
As love in the halls of plenty overrun.

Still in their bliss unchallenged mighty feast,
Unending dances shadowed on the day.
Within their walls their daunting formless keep,
Preserved their joy and kept their doubts at bay.
Faceless legions stood in readiness to weep,
Just turn a coin bring order to the fray.
And everything is soon no sooner thought than deed,
But no one seemed to question anyway.

How keen the soaring hunter's eye prevails upon the land,
To seek the unsuspecting and the weak.
And powerless the fabled sat too smug to lift a hand,
Toward the foe that threatened from the deep.
Who cares to dry the cheeks of those who saddened stand,
Adrift upon a sea of futile speech.
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But no one there had heaven within their reach.

Where was your word,
Where did you go.
Where was your helping,
Where was your bow.
Bow.

Dull is the armour,
Cold is the day.
Hard was the journey,
Dark was the way.
Way.

I heard the word I couldn't stay.
I couldn't stand it another day.
Another day.
Another day.
Another day.

Touched by the timely coming,
Roused from the keeper's sleep,
Release the grip throw down the key.
Held now within the knowing,
Rest now within the peace,
Take of the fruit, but guard the seed.

Held now within the knowing,
Rest now within the beat,
Take of the fruit but guard the seed.
Take of the fruit but guard the seed.