Now is the time for your loving dear
And the time for your company
Now when the light of reason fails
And fires burn on the sea
Now I'm this age of confusion
I have need for your company
For I am a wild and wild and lonely child
And the son of an angry land
And now with the high wars raging, I would offer you my hand
For we are the children of darkness and the pray of a foul command
It's once I was free to go roaming in the wind of a springtime mind
And once the clouds I sailed upon were sweet as lilac wine
Then why have the breezes of summer, dear
Been laced with a grim design?
And where was the will of my father
When he raised his sword on high?
And where was my mothers wailing
When our flags were justified?
And where will we take our pleasure
When our bodies have been denied?
So now is the time for your loving dead
And the time for your company
Now when the light of reason fails
And fires burn on the sea
Now in this age of confusion
I have need for your company
