(Jon Anderson/Rick Wakeman)
I will be there said my friend of a distant life
Covered in greens of a golden age, set in stone
Follow me, «he sounded of dreams supreme» follow me
Drifting within the glow and the after-glow of the eve
And if that firelight, I could match the inner flame
Sacred ships do sail the seventh age
Cast off your garments of fear, replace them with love
Most of all play with the game of the age
Highest of places remain all as one with you
