We told our tales as we sat under morning's sleepy sky With all the colors of the sunrise shining in our eyes One, then another with a story of yesterday's life Or of a lover who had gone in a moment of strife No thought of sleep ever dwells upon the wise man's mind Some task or audience stealing every moment of his time Thus we have learned to live while mortal men stand waiting to die How can we do what must be done in just one short life And if you ask then you must know If you still doubt you should be told It was not we that made it so It was by those who went before And there you sit tomorrow's child So full of love, so full of life But you must rise to meet the day Lest you become another tale And there you sit tomorrow's child So full of love, so full of life But you must rise to meet the day Lest you become another tale Another tale, another tale, another tale
We told our tales as we sat under morning's sleepy sky With all the colors of the sunrise shining in our eyes One, then another with a story of yesterday's life Or of a lover who had gone in a moment of strife No thought of sleep ever dwells upon the wise man's mind Some task or audience stealing every moment of his time Thus we have learned to live while mortal men stand waiting to die How can we do what must be done in just one short life And if you ask then you must know If you still doubt you should be told It was not we that made it so It was by those who went before And there you sit tomorrow's child So full of love, so full of life But you must rise to meet the day Lest you become another tale And there you sit tomorrow's child So full of love, so full of life But you must rise to meet the day Lest you become another tale Another tale, another tale, another tale
