| 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| In expectation, they stand withdrawn | |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| In expectation, they stand withdrawn | |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 |