(Winwood/Capaldi)



'Till I find out, where will I go, where will I go

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know where

The space is between my eyes

Open up the heavenly sky

Death awaits with pearly gates

Those who've been mesmerized

Many years has come and gone

Went to see a standing stone

Some in circles, some alone

Ancient, worn and weather torn

They chill me to my very bone

Many of these can be seen

In quiet places, fields of green

Of hedgerow lanes with countless names

But the only thing that remains are the roll right stones

Space age before my eyes

Opening up the skies

Marches slowly on to the pearly gate

For those who've been mesmerized

Many years has come and gone

But progress marches slowly on

In nature's paint, she hides the stain

'Cos everybody is going insane

The only, the only thing that will sustain are the roll right stones

Went to see an ancient mound

People buried underground

Long ago, will never know

What it was like to hear their sounds

Black crow, I know you've been here

You've see the sights of yesteryear

You steal the grain of the conquered plain

But the only thing that remains are the roll right stones

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