Jon Anderson - True Hands Of Fate Lyrics
There'll be times in my daywhen I think of the pastHow we tend to survive all that comesHow the maker repeatswith the sun of each morn'n the moon 'n the stars at nightTake a meadow of green'n the gold of the cornAs the flowers decorate by each wallAnd the birds sing away as tho'nothing will changeNow that Eireland is Eireland once moreI have travelled so farto the ends of the worldI have yet to feel all I can feelYet the maker redeemsa whole country each mornBringing light to the hearts of the dawnShall we sing to the grandmothers,fathers long goneSpread the wings of theangels of faithThere's a time to be born,'n to be born againNow that Eireland is Eireland once moreMake the most of each hour,make the most of each dayWe are blessed to begin a new timeMake our forefathers gladall was not so in vainSo replenish the land that was givenTo your friends both be kind,yes be gentle as lambsAnd as clear as the stars, be as oneSo may all of your dreamscome to live in your heartAnd be seen as a sign of the timesSo be true hands of fateLet the children be freeLet the spirit of goodness prevailWe shall rise to the changeAs we rise up every dayand survive all that comes our way
