Country Cathedral Drive

Let the creatures whisper, dawn no longer black Pushing through the green, lost in thought for love Let the fields call out, dawn no longer black Valiant and true are the sons But brighter the daughters of Albion Let the rushing waters bright and gold be glad Swallowed by the mountains, struck by a favored hand Everything goes on as it was, like it's always been Into my eyes, does it run? So bright are the daughters of Albion Grieving now has no measure (getting off the dust) Soul's not taken engraved or buried in the sand Pleasure swings back and forth, love is constant I am lost, I am lost golden birds of prey So what if I am- So what if I am- So what if I am- So what if I am-