Pilgrim's Progress 歌词

Once a man stood, a wandering monk for sure Draped in a hood, alone upon the moor He said to us all: "Seek and you shall find" He said to us: "Go, there's wealth that's left behind" And so we set out on this lonely quest By the act of will of our holy guest Grains of sand in the wind We journeyed through lands forgotten by man With noone asking us why Grains of sand in the wind We gave of our time as years went by With noone telling us why When we returned to ask our guest explain Our homes were burned and nothing did remain Sands of time in the wind The bottle ran dry as years went by With noone asking us why Why we were grains of sands in the wind And the monk for sure had opened the door To put a curse on the moor