TIME - TIME - TIME

 

TIME – TIME – TIME

(1)

Thunder rolling in the East

And thunder in the West -

The Riders of Apocalypse

Sit poised upon the crest.

Winds foul with the smell of death ,

And darkness at High Noon :

Signs and portents race like clouds

Across a spirit moon -

(Chorus)

And it's

Time-time-time

Yes, it's time-time-time :

Oh I think this time

It's very nearly time !

(2)

On roads of broken promises

And streets of shattered dreams

Our poor lie dead for lack of bread;

A cast off baby screams !

Behold ! The Ancient Serpent stirs:

Aroused by anguished cries -

Its tongue flicks out in search of prey:

Behold its dazzling eyes !

(Chorus)