The Majesty of Rock

There's a pulse in the new-born sun A beat in the heat of the noon There's a song as the day grows long And a tempo in the tides of the moon It's all around us and it's everywhere And it's deeper than royal blue And it feels so real you can feel the feeling And that's the majesty of rock The fantasy of roll The ticking of the clock The wailing of the soul The prisoner in the dock The digger in the hole We're in this together... and ever... In the shade of a jungle glade Or the rush of the crushing street On the plain, on the foamy main You can never escape from the beat It's in the mud and it's in your blood And it's conquest is complete And all that you can do is just surrender To the majesty of rock The pageantry of roll The crowing of the cock The running of the foal The shepherd with his flock The miner with his coal We're in this together... and ever... When we die, do we hunt the sky? Do we lurk in the murk of the seas? What then? Are we born again? Just to sit asking questions like these? I know, for I told me so And I'm sure each of you quite agrees The more it stays the same, the less it changes And that's the majesty of rock The mystery of roll The darning of the sock The scoring of the goal The farmer takes a wife The barber takes a pole We're in this together... and ever...