Lyrics

It was all once bright jewels and glittering sand
The oceans have ravaged and strangled the land
Waste fills the temples, dead daughters are born
Presses are empty, the editors torn
Whose husband was the first to fall?
Who died the worst death of them all?
How many splinters in each separate band?
How many stations in the final hand?
Now gather up seashells and write down brave words
Your prayers are unanswered, your idols absurd
Seaweed and cobweb have rotted your sword
Your barricades broken, your enemies, Lord
Written by: Gary Brooker, Keith Reid
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