belongs to you
Minus wrongs done to you,
find you havent much choice left.
able to stand,
Youve got one good right hand
And the smoking remains of a voice left.
Your foot on the first rung,
Your head in a cloudscape of glory.
You put your time in,
Kept smiling and climbing
On into the uppermost storey.
youre ready to rest.
Believe me, though, youre still the best.
You know Id believe if you said
Tomorrow the sun will arise in the west.
Over the pearly gates,
There is no time for wrong turnings.
One little step more
To that great golden doorway
Beyond which lie all of our yearnings.
kid, youre a liar
Because that sacred fire
Was extinguished before you came on the scene.
Theres just ashes and dust
In this heart that you trust
And Im not even half who I have been.
not like when I was a lad.
Now this world seems weary and sad
And Ill never get back home unless
Tomorrow the sun should arise in the west.
me a hand, son,
Into that bright mansion
And you take my crown if you care to.
Its not gold, its lead,
And once its on your head,
Well, you think you wear it, but it wears you.
Im slipping away
With one final brilliant ray
And no-one knows what happens next.
Tomorrow the sun may arise in the west.
John Gibbens & Armorel Weston 2003
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