Young Lisa

When the eve Of the morrow Sees the sun rising in the west, The world will be done, my friend.

Ah, my friend When the stars have all burned out Ah, my friend When the moon is dust, All the things change, my friend.

Ah, my friend When mountains level out Ah, my friend When the sea will rise to meet the land, Life is gone, my friend.

But, my friend When the world comes to an end And the high have fallen low And the strong have fallen down There you will find me I will keep the light glowing Safe inside my soul I will keep it safe for you As I pass through the fire On the wings of the dove

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