| THE FLEECE The ancient temples are
forsaken
But they are not for sale
All the modern ones ain't got no spirit
The snowbird has gone back to heaven
Still shouting seven seven
Don't hesitate and let it ride to save your mind
Chorus:
Shall the comet cease moving
Or the great stars be tied in one place
Love gone as lightning
Enduring more than 5000 years
Long before their last hour came the old Etruscan knew it
And the deaf were leading the children
We're racing against time like Jason and the argonauts
Were chasing the fleece of gold
Chorus
The snowbird has gone back to heaven still shouting seven seven
Don't hesitate and let it ride to save your hide
This world is hell this world is on fire
And this is our last work on desire
Chorus
Words: Emilio Winschetti
Music: Tom Redecker
Published by Strange Ways / Warner Chappell 1993
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