Song | The Last Frontier |
Artist | Magnum |
Album | The Visitation |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
No peace on | |
Earth yet before the dawn | |
One hundred priests say a prayer | |
In expectation, they stand withdrawn | |
And all their promises laid bare | |
Now on a Monday, bright early morning | |
They run for the only train | |
Then every bell that ever rang | |
On England’s warm sunny days | |
And every bird that ever sang | |
And every brass band that played | |
The sound of kids on village greens | |
The giant horse caravan | |
The market stalls and steam machines | |
Would stir the heart of every man | |
Between the pages wild flowers were pressed | |
Until one day they’d be found | |
No explanation, they’d all been blessed | |
And then it all came around | |
Time and the jealous eyes will be looking | |
Back to a better place | |
When every door’s laid open wide | |
It’s not so rich but it’s true | |
That anyone can step inside | |
It’s been so long overdue | |
This fairytale will draw you near | |
And give you back the age of man | |
A shining star, the last frontier | |
Will take you back where you began | |
Going somewhere | |
I’ll keep waiting so long | |
Then every bell that ever rang | |
On England’s warm sunny days | |
And every bird that ever sang | |
And every brass band that played | |
The sound of kids on village greens | |
The giant horse caravan | |
The market stalls and steam machines | |
Would stir the heart of every man |
No peace on | |
Earth yet before the dawn | |
One hundred priests say a prayer | |
In expectation, they stand withdrawn | |
And all their promises laid bare | |
Now on a Monday, bright early morning | |
They run for the only train | |
Then every bell that ever rang | |
On England' s warm sunny days | |
And every bird that ever sang | |
And every brass band that played | |
The sound of kids on village greens | |
The giant horse caravan | |
The market stalls and steam machines | |
Would stir the heart of every man | |
Between the pages wild flowers were pressed | |
Until one day they' d be found | |
No explanation, they' d all been blessed | |
And then it all came around | |
Time and the jealous eyes will be looking | |
Back to a better place | |
When every door' s laid open wide | |
It' s not so rich but it' s true | |
That anyone can step inside | |
It' s been so long overdue | |
This fairytale will draw you near | |
And give you back the age of man | |
A shining star, the last frontier | |
Will take you back where you began | |
Going somewhere | |
I' ll keep waiting so long | |
Then every bell that ever rang | |
On England' s warm sunny days | |
And every bird that ever sang | |
And every brass band that played | |
The sound of kids on village greens | |
The giant horse caravan | |
The market stalls and steam machines | |
Would stir the heart of every man |
No peace on | |
Earth yet before the dawn | |
One hundred priests say a prayer | |
In expectation, they stand withdrawn | |
And all their promises laid bare | |
Now on a Monday, bright early morning | |
They run for the only train | |
Then every bell that ever rang | |
On England' s warm sunny days | |
And every bird that ever sang | |
And every brass band that played | |
The sound of kids on village greens | |
The giant horse caravan | |
The market stalls and steam machines | |
Would stir the heart of every man | |
Between the pages wild flowers were pressed | |
Until one day they' d be found | |
No explanation, they' d all been blessed | |
And then it all came around | |
Time and the jealous eyes will be looking | |
Back to a better place | |
When every door' s laid open wide | |
It' s not so rich but it' s true | |
That anyone can step inside | |
It' s been so long overdue | |
This fairytale will draw you near | |
And give you back the age of man | |
A shining star, the last frontier | |
Will take you back where you began | |
Going somewhere | |
I' ll keep waiting so long | |
Then every bell that ever rang | |
On England' s warm sunny days | |
And every bird that ever sang | |
And every brass band that played | |
The sound of kids on village greens | |
The giant horse caravan | |
The market stalls and steam machines | |
Would stir the heart of every man |