Old Athanasius

Well old Athanasius lived too long ago You know his disappointed ghost walks the streets of Rome One like he could never be a servant to the throne The Silver Age, we turn a page and no more we know Well old Athanasius lived too long ago To see the slumping of the forest, of the darker gold We hunger for the lesser evils if the truth be told To flounder in the womb of plenty, such a sin of old Consider the clay You'll recall it oh so fine, fine Look how they did pay To go searching for their kind, kind Just don't let it get too late Well old Athanasius lived too long ago To tell us of the holy places we may find the stone 'Atop the mountain to the stranger people seek to go Instead we'll yammer and we'll hammer, never fly alone Consider the clay You'll recall it oh so fine, fine Look how they did pay To go searching for their kind, kind Just don't let it get too late Consider the clay You'll recall it oh so fine, fine Look how they did pay To go searching for their kind, kind Just don't let it get too late