Fair, they shine through the burning zone -

The rainbow gleams of a world unknown,



There are veils that lift, there are bars that fall,

There are lights that beacon, and winds that call,

There are hurrying feet, and we dare not wait,

For the hour is on us,

The circling hour of the flaming gate



Oh Children of Time

Children of Time



The music calls and the gates unclose,

Onward and onward the wild way goes,

O fading phantoms of pain and mirth,

We die in the bliss of a new birth



Of fading loves,

Fading loves of the old green Earth



Children of Time



To follow to seek to dare

Step by step in the evening air



Children of Time



Fair, they shine through the burning zone,

The rainbow gleams of a world unknown,



Fair, they shine through the burning zone,

The rainbow gleams