From northern islands deep in ice to sun-kissed southern seas,
A land where empires rise and fall
To the quick-march! of progress, change and decay;
The waves of cultures roll upon your shores.
From Romulus to EEC, the teaming millions fly,
The shifting sands of nations tell their tales
Of the myriad creeds and races that fight to make their mark
In search of power, wealth or Holy Grail.
Golden ages, seasons of change, read each tale as it runs.
Every day a story, every life a legend,
And the centuries roll over one by one.
Now out there in the distance see the generals read the names
Of those who paid the price that tipped their hands.
Though passing years may teach us the centuries never will:
We learn and yet we do not understand.
The cries of love, the whispers of hate;
See each chameleon run.
While in the theatre of Power Games the ticket man waits
To blow our candles out
One by one....
Golden Ages, seasons of change....