The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land 

Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky: 

A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers, 

But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking



He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise 

In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise 

He's chained forever to a world that's departed 

It's not enough, it's not enough



His blood has frozen & curdled with fright 

His knees have trembled & given way in the night 

His hand has weakened at the moment of truth 

His step has faltered



One world, one soul Time pass, the river rolls

It's not enough it's not enough 



His hand has faltered .... .... ......



And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication 

And silent replies that swirl invitation 

Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea 

A grim intimation of what is to be



There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night 

And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight 

And silence that speaks so much louder that words, 

Of promises broken