THE FOREST


Journey on through ages gone
To the centre of the earth
Past rocks of quartz and granite
Which gave mother nature birth

Burial ground of ancient man
His life no more is seen
A journey through his time unknown
I wonder where he's been

Wonder where he's been!
Wonder where he's been!
Wonder where he's been!

The shore now gone behind the hills
A forest in our sight
Rocks and distant mountains
Bathed in waves of blinding light

Forests from a far gone time
No living man has seen
A private prehistoric world
For you and I a dream

Brownish hue dicates my eye
No colour hides their fear
Flowers faded, dull and cold
Now bleached by atmosphere

Creatures twisting under trees
Huge monsters soaked with rage
Hidden deep below our earth
A frightening and bygone age

Their shepherd came, now long extinct
A huge primeval man
The three men filled with disbelief
Just turned as one and ran.
(Wakeman)

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