Tác giả : Barclay James Harvest, The
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
We steered our ship to the sea of all tranquility 
The only sound our voices, as star-struck we fly 
Our hopes ever high 
That the songs we sing and the words we bring 
Should never die 
We set our sights on the sea of all tranquility 
Our pointless flight betraying now fallen we are 
(gods of old now broken and defaced) 
Compared to a star 
And the final reach to that barren beach 
Is much too far 
 
Yesterday our songs of glory shone 
A dream of ages every one 
We sold our souls for senseless gain 
And brought our harvest home in vain 
(above the seven seas is one) 
 
Yesterday our songs of glory shone 
A dream of ages every one 
We sold our souls for senseless gain 
And brought our harvest home in vain