Jon Anderson

There'll be times in my day
When I think of the past
How we tend to survive all that comes
How the maker repeats
With the sun of each morn
'n the moon 'n the stars at night
Take a meadow of green
'n the gold of the corn
As the flowers decorate by each wall
And the birds sing away as tho'
Nothing will change
Now that Eireland is Eireland once more
I have travelled so far
To the ends of the world
I have yet to feel all I can feel
Yet the maker redeems
A whole country each morn
Bringing light to the hearts of the dawn
Shall we sing to the grandmothers,
Fathers long gone
Spread the wings of the
Angels of faith