By Frank Peter Hermsen
I love these sounds these voices
The rain in that we use to fall
In another dark and lonely room
With a hundred ecoes for one call
Well we took the horses through the storm
Didnīt know that we would ride
Across the whole human universe
And back again to our desperate pride
Whatever we missed in all those years
How many heros came tumbling down
Thereīs still a word in the doorway
And thereīs no way around
Once
Your guitar is gently weeping
With my voice near by your side
Alone where millions should be
In peace where we should fight
Itīs the blindness conquering our light
Itīs the rattle killing our tragedy
We gave our blood for memories
Gave our soul for harmony
Once there will be a day
The day we dare to dare to ask
Whatīs about the gifts weīve got
Is just you and me and the rain at last
Once there is a shore
Once a whiter shade of pale
Once thereīll be just waves
Once another tale
Đ FPH 97