Yesterday´s Child کے بول

I know where there´s a spring of blood and water It bubbles up from somewhere deep in the heats of man There have come whirlpools to this place in recent times Drinking down the breath of brothers And you might think that it´s your world and the rest of us should fall away In forty moons you might find that it belongs to yesterday´s child I wish I had been raised wild by wolves and padded through a forest a thousand years before man Singing with my clan at two moons or three echoing across the world the exact sound of freedom And if you feel that way Face the dark and fight or keep on dreaming Cause dreams makes light In forty moons you might find that it belongs to yesterday´s child