by Paul Brady and Michael O'Keefe
I can’t give you the strength of a tiger, I can’t teach you how to prowl
No gift like stalking the jungle under the silver moonlight’s cowl
Can’t lend you the spells to survive all that fate’s gonna put you through
But take my hand and meet my gaze and I will walk this road with you
I can’t give you the eyes of a hawk to soar above what’s down below
Can’t part the clouds that threaten, nor even stop the harsh wind blow
Hope on hope is just no match for the raging river when it overflows
So take my hand and meet my gaze and we will go, Lord, how we’ll go!
For you and I were made from sky, sea of stars dripping light
You and I will dream the dream that opens eyes and gives them sight
Walk in sunlight spilt upon the path that we all travel on
And as we go, all things must go (cos)
All roads lead to the tower of gone.
Gone yesterday, gone childish things
Gone history to the other shore
Gone right and wrong, all gone, long gone
Gone the love we did this for.
But as it goes it leaves a wake
Ripples on a placid pond.
So you will know just how to go
When I take my place in the tower of gone.
Follow bird tracks in the sky as they fly from north to south
Follow seasons that unfold like winding stairs in a country house
Follow me as day does night and as the dew falls after dawn
So you will know just how to go
As you wind your way to the tower of gone
For you and I were made from sky, sea of stars dripping light
You and I will dream the dream that opens eyes and gives them sight
Walk in sunlight spilt upon the path that we all travel on
And as we go, all things must go
All roads lead to the tower of gone.
Copyright Round Hill Music/ Mizmo Music.