Bill Nelson - Fairyland Before The Fire текст песни

The bees have turned to locusts
And the rose has failed the thorn
I gird my loins and try to grasp
My demon by the horn
And even here, even now
Bright memories return
I walk their whistling proenades
While fairground lights still burn...
And the streetlamps hum beneath the stars
And the highway sings with steel guitars
It's like fairyland
Before the fire
Just like fairyland
Before the fire
Before the fire

Beware the clock that never stops
Beware the hands of time
Count every grain of shifting sand
Beneath your sheltered vine
And even here, and even now
I hear tomorrow call
Though all the lights of paradise
cast shadows on my wall
And the streetlamps hum beneath the stars
And the highway sings with steel guitars
It's like fairyland
Before the fire
Just like fairyland
Before the fire
Before the fire