mountains beyond
roussos, demis
la la la. it's a long and stony way
that we'll walk so as to rest and play
we won't to shun off mankind
that weak the dream and the kind
it's a black and morning sun
that will mourn and walk on to this land
dreams and socks in a suitcase
and we'll fly a bird a phrase
to the grey side of your gleen
and see your river unseen
guettos won't stand on that shore
and the naked soldier has no sword
he's just got an axe and plough
to shape up the woods below