1917

1917 - Lesley Rae Dowling/Tully McCully

It's hard

To leave all our possessions

I find it hard

Hard to leave behind the jewels

But they keep hammering upon the back door

And our new kings shall play at being fools

To find the words to tell it to our children

Quite unaware of what's about to be

Between the sable and the bear skin

Both worlds apart

The freedom and the turnkey

And they say time will prove to be the master

And they say time will teach the weak to rise

You could perhaps say that we were unaware

If the truth be known it was right before our eyes

1917

Was no surprise

The hollow echo of the jailer

The time has come we shall at last be free

My mind is back inside the splendour

They can take my blood but the fury stays with

Me

The snow lies thick inside the courtyard

A breeze of ignorance blows clean and new

Between the present and the future

Between the sabbath and the empty pews

And they say time will prove to be the master

And they say time will teach the weak to rise

You could perhaps say that we were unaware

If the truth be known it was right before our eyes

1917

Was no surprise