(Stuart Adamson)

From Big Country's album "The Seer" (backing vocals)


Long ago I beard a tale 

I never wilt forget 

The time was in the telling 

On the bank the scene was set 


The sky was rolling blindly on 

The daylight had not gone 

She washed her hair among the stones 

And saw what was to come 


All this will pass 

There will be blood among the corn 

And heroes in the hills 

But there is more to come my boy 

Before you've had your fill 


Men will come and rope the sail 

As though it were their own 

And they will bathe their feet in oil 

As I have bathed my own 


All this will pass 

All things must come 

Just as I tell you here 


Stones will stand together 

As if searching for the stars 

And all come crashing down again 

Before they reach too far 


She turned to face the setting sun 

I turned to walk away 

But then she called my name again 

And beckoned me to stay 


All this will pass 

All things must come 

Just as I tell you here 


She told me of the famous sons 

Who write their names in peace 

Yet be cut down before the time 

Has come for our release 


Just as I tell you here 


Even now 

I wait for the coming day 

Even now 

She waits in the dawn 


For the tales she tells 

For the gifts that she will sell 

For the sight she knows 

For a vision that still grows 

With the dream in her eyes no one's seen 


I listened for so long that day 

That I can hardly tell 

If what she said was heaven sent 

Or brought to bear in hell 


That men of hope would stand alone 

And still be cast a lie 

Just as Romans cast them 

On the day they were to die 


All this will pass 


There is more of what she told 

Much better left alone 

For who are we to question her 

Who stands among the stones