Tekst:
Moody Blues To Our Childrens Childrens Children

A gypsy of a strange and distant time Travelling in panic all direction blind Aching for the warmth of a burning sun Freezing in the emptiness of where

I'm gonna' sit and watch the web That you will build this day Will be a thread of love you weave It's yours to show the way Then everything will be as

Gazing past the planets Looking for total view I've been laying here for hours You've gotta make the journey out and in Wonders of a lifetime Right there

Something you can't hide, says you're lonely Hidden deep inside of you only It's there for you to see, take a look and be Burn slowly, the candle of life

Hark listen here he comes Hark listen here he comes Turning, spinning, Catherine wheeling For ever changing, there's no beginning Speeding through a

go higher and higher and higher Vast vision must improve our sight Perhaps at last we'll see an end To our own endless blight And the beginning of the

(Graeme Edge) ---Instrumental--- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I'm gonna sit and watch the web That you will build this day Will it be a thread of love you weave? It's yours too show the way Then everything will be