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Lyrics:
I.
Mem’ries are like a procession,
On the wine dark sea they roll,
As waves, they crumble into one another,
Adorned in coats of gold.
Such mad pursuits in the city
I struggled to escape,
To the land of my mother and father
They’ll wrestle in me always.
But when my long hour is over, just when I cross the line,
Bury me inside that valley, beneath the strands of time.
II.
That night silence was in the air,
Fair love was in the trees,
There was not but one wind on,
The seas of mortality,
I’m tossed and I’m torn up,
I wish she would have stayed,
Now I can’t even walk past
The place where she laid.
But when my long hour is over, just when I cross the line,
Bury me inside that valley, beneath the strands of time.
III.
Preachers spar with words of wonder,
Inside the citadel walls,
The bells toll unto eternity,
And one of them gon’ fall,
He was gunned down as an outlaw,
I saw clouds in the storm,
Hilltop in Jerusalem
Pious April morn.
But when my long hour is over, just when I cross the line,
Bury me inside that valley, beneath the strands of time.
IV.
I see children in the summer,
Fireflies in the skies,
The newly wed on the subway,
Shades of brown in her eyes,
Sacrifice on the altar,
Consecrations of fire
Remembrance of the city,
The water’s getting higher.
So when my long hour is over, just when I cross the line,
Bury me inside that valley, beneath the strands of time.
V.
It seems like an illusion,
Got an hour on the stage,
Somehow it’s all so bitter now,
I’m in an empty haze,
When my mind is shattered,
Old age has laid to waste,
Bury me inside my memory,
Yes that would be the place.
Yes when my long hour is over, just when I cross the line,
Bury me inside that valley, beneath the strands of time.
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