Forgive me master if I hear   No rhyme in your glory old   As it was sung in the days of your   Now we sing our own   You see I got this dream   Of turning grey and having cleared off every plate   And to never look to tomorrow's roads    To say they went too far today      To long to waken every soul   From the promises in store   From the peace that blinds them through the time   When they should have gone to war   Mother crying we forgot our kids   Father hold them through the rain   Let him please not take her away from me   And turn her to a slave      Of the dreams   Of the dreams   Of the dreams   The dreams of the morning   Let my nighttime on in   May the sirens do the shrugging   As we carry on a laughing   As we carry on a laughing all the way      May there always be this short old street   And water in your wells   And those that peddled handed   We'll take the silver and run like hell!      May there always be rage in your heart   When the master brings the reins   To detest the thieves of our daughters and sons   And raise from the dead   Today, today, today   Hey      The dreams of the morning   Let my nighttime on in   May the devils come a crying   Carry me away a laughing   As we all go a laughing to story telling breaks      The dreams of the morning   Let my nighttime on in   May the devils come a crying   Carry me away a laughing   As we all go a laughing to story telling breaks