Woorden: Mischief Brew. The Dreams Of The Morning.

Forgive me master if I hear
No rhyme in your glory old
As it was sung in the days of your
Now we sing our own
You see I got this dream
Of turning grey and having cleared off every plate
And to never look to tomorrow's roads
To say they went too far today

To long to waken every soul
From the promises in store
From the peace that blinds them through the time
When they should have gone to war
Mother crying we forgot our kids
Father hold them through the rain
Let him please not take her away from me
And turn her to a slave

Of the dreams
Of the dreams
Of the dreams
The dreams of the morning
Let my nighttime on in
May the sirens do the shrugging
As we carry on a laughing
As we carry on a laughing all the way

May there always be this short old street
And water in your wells
And those that peddled handed
We'll take the silver and run like hell!

May there always be rage in your heart
When the master brings the reins
To detest the thieves of our daughters and sons
And raise from the dead
Today, today, today
Hey

The dreams of the morning
Let my nighttime on in
May the devils come a crying
Carry me away a laughing
As we all go a laughing to story telling breaks

The dreams of the morning
Let my nighttime on in
May the devils come a crying
Carry me away a laughing
As we all go a laughing to story telling breaks