作曲 : Ian Anderson
 See there! A man born - and we pronounce him fit for peace
 There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease
 We'll take the child from him put it to the test
 Teach it to be a wise man how to fool the rest

 In the clear white circles of morning wonder
 I take my place with the lord of the hills
 And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured
 In neat little rows sporting canvas frills
 With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention
 While queueing for sarnies at the office canteen
 Saying -- how's your granny and
 Good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win

 The legends worded in the ancient tribal hymn lie cradled in the seagull's call
 And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall
 The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun, behind the gun
 And signal for the crack of dawn. Light the sun. Light the sun
 Do you believe in the day?
 Do you? Believe in the day

 The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun
 Soft Venus lonely maiden brings the ageless one
 Do you believe? Believe in the day
 Do you believe in the day?
 The fading hero has returned to the night
 And fully pregnant with the day
 Wise men endorse the poet's sight
 Do you believe in the day?
 Do you? Believe in the day

 Let me tell you the tales of your life
 Of your love and the cut of the knife
 The tireless oppression the wisdom instilled
 The desire to kill or be killed
 Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by
 The pavements are empty: the gutters run red - while the fool toasts his god in the sky

 So come all ye young men who are building castles!
 Kindly state the time of the year
 And join your voices in a hellish chorus
 Mark the precise nature of your fear

 Let me help you to pick up your dead
 As the sins of the father are fed
 With the blood of the fools and
 The thoughts of the wise
 And from the pan under your bed
 Let me make you a present of song
 As the wise man breaks wind and is gone
 While the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose
 And the nursery rhyme winds along

 So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
 Kindly state the time of the year
 And join your voices in a hellish chorus
 Mark the precise nature of your fear
 See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
 And the hour of judgement draweth near
 Would you be the fool
 Stood in his suit of armour
 Or the wiser man who rushes clear

 So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
 Won't your rise up from the pages
 Of your comic-books your super-crooks
 And show us all the way
 Well! Make your will and testament
 Won't you? Join your local government
 We'll have Superman for president
 Let Robin save the day

 So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
 And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
 They're all resting down in Cornwall -
 Writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual

 So you ride yourselves over the fields
 And you make all your animal deals
 And your wise men don't know how it feels
 To be thick as a brick