HearthHis years sifting ever faster Man the servant Time the master Lost and found we've come unto this land In a world of plight and plunder Tides will rise and pull you under Grinding granite into so much golden sand And the lines etch ever deeper in our palms Reconciled to the tilt of the hourglass All of these years what I've been told I have belief in the promise of old All of these years we navigate home Accompany me to the end of the road All of these years Monochrome Maybe wiser for the years I've grown All of these years now back in the fold Taking his place at the fireside Spinning tales of thorn and Bryher He could name each wreck and every soul If his community were broken Its history would be token Something I hope he won't come to know Like an island where the cottages of old Are set aside for time shared to be sold Who has played an ace to see it all Rise up in his face and take a fall Every man must face his end alone Dashed against the reefs at the buoy bells toll Tell me which man here could contain All these sandbanks and hurricanes Or send them sweeping straight back out to sea With men and wreckage drifting Our horizons keep on shifting And the atmosphere spills on to anarchy If you crack your head upon the rocks of home Ride the tide and make the time your own All of these years what I've been told I have belief in the promise of old All of these years we navigate home Accompany me to the end of the road All of these years Monochrome Maybe wiser for the years I've grown All of these years now back in the fold His years sifting ever faster Man the servant Time the master |