Tekst Utworu

History was not made entirely By prominent men of the world The loss of a childhood mother A date with immortality to the grave Humanity held a voice to be heard of the day Years spent circling the wide world Rarely a moment's escape from the waves He came upon cruelty and hardship Slavery bound, men god made It took seven days or so they believed by the grace, grace of god Nature the cause of it all What do we see in the patterns of our studying Species of trees colours of feather birds on the wing Believing a great man of science Has no affections heart of stone Becoming of noble ambition Pushing the bounds of belief the unknown A new history shaping the way that we see everything Nature the cause of it all What do we see in the patterns of our studying Farther from home must we head on our journeying Many degrees are considered god only knows When we return from our travels by way the wind blows Riches were being poisoned Old friends united in disdain Convincing an institution Theories that go against the grain Was never the same after they all got to hear him explain Nature the cause of it all What do we see in the patterns of our studying Farther from home must we venture before we can sing Songs of the sea and our lovers we will atone We will return from our travels by way the wind blown
Writer(s): Guy Fletcher Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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