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Show me the power that man cannot harness |
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To turn toward malice or work into woe. |
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Be it the stars or the moon or the planets |
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Or the tide of the ocean in ever encircling flow |
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Or everything under the ever encircling sun. |
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Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this |
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Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this |
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Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this |
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Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this |
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Who were the ones who first gathered the amber |
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To render the embering dawn of the day? |
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The stallion in canter, the river in meander |
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So we'll remember them long after they fade away. |
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And how could they know as they measured the season? |
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How could they know as they furrowed the soil? |
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All the dishonor and all the unreason |
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And all of the wrong to be done in the name of their toil. |
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Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this |
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Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this |
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Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this |
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Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me this |
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A briar of braun and a forest of sinew |
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Will rise from the power they plowed in the ground |
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And so in this way their dominion continues |
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All under the ever encircling sun going down |
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All under the ever encircling sun going down. |
