The Progress şarkı sözleri

And those flames devour all! We fear not the flood, we fear not the drought We fear not the peak, nor the valley ensuing We do not fear the song We only fear its end We only fear its consummation When we were young Our mothers looked with our eyes Out and over everything Oh, those wide fields of tall wheat And, oh, those busy streets Wet with the night, And bright! with traffic lights How they mean to inspire How they mean to tell of a firm stand against time, To tell the children that their lights can never fade, And the words we heard our father's speak Were a thread so sweet It is covered in ants, still strung over our heads, across this land But now, such strange fates! Our dearest sweetest hope has died, How lovingly she held us as we slept How motherly she cupped those tired hands over our waking eyes, How she has grown so still, pouring softly the tears that we cry. Soon, friends, you most bury her in your chests as i have in mine And rise, rise, rise, rise For though the moments press now on our heels and households like the waves, With a fearful vigil, we have turned to face the coming tides Only to find that such oceans have dried Oh fates, you were so unwise! If our mothers have taught us anything, it is that there is no shame in a fading light But instead, a pale worldly beauty So be tired, good children Be tired, but be strong, in a word: persevere For the dimmer the light, the longer it shines when we are gone.