Under the winter sky, as Earth relapses into sleep the veil of despair falls like a tired vernal leaf As darkness conquers the moon, all the dreams
Belfast riots rage and fires burn. The royal wedding of Pronce Charles is celebrated. In America the skies roar as Columbia the first space Shuttle blasts off but as winter
people in positions of power. Someday when we ain't folk singers Flyin' through the friendly skies. We won't be waiting for the big break Or anything except the evening
