Musique Noire from Visions by The Emerald Dawn

Without borders or gates, orders or states, there was so much we shared,
So they poisoned our dreams, with their greed and their schemes. We had them running scared.
For a moment in time, bizarre and sublime, we though we could change it all.
Till a witch’s dark curse, mean and perverse, brought about nightfall.

Waiting, and waiting, and waiting, and waiting, and waiting.
Waiting, and waiting, and waiting, and waiting, and waiting.

Alone in the darkness in anticipation, no starlight or moonshine.
Too many years spent in procrastination without any clear sign.
Losing direction we found isolation, falling in line.
Then a moment of rapture in deep contemplation. A buzz on the grapevine.
Here, waiting for the sound of the dawn.
Here, waiting for the sound of the dawn.

Far underground where the roots have been growing, the power of the good earth.
Who could have dreamt that the seeds we were sowing would bring forth new life?
The bigoted sleeping with none of them knowing its real worth.
No cynical screeching or nihilist crowing can slow down its rebirth.
Here, listening to the sound of the dawn.
Here, listening to the sound of the dawn.

Joining together, the movement is stirring. The light of a new day.
The landscape is changing, the world rearranging to nature’s way.
No distortions, or blurring, the message we’re sharing will lead us astray.
Try all they may, there will be no deterring. We’re here to stay.
Here, dancing to the sound of the dawn.
Here, dancing to the sound of the dawn.

Reconnect, reconnect, reconnect, reconnect, reconnect.
Reconnect, reconnect, reconnect, reconnect, reconnect.

Here, dancing to the sound of the dawn.
Here, dancing to the sound of the dawn.
Here, dancing to the sound of the dawn.
Here, dancing to the sound of the dawn.

• Eclectic Progressive Rock
• Prog
• Prog Rock
• Progressive
• Progressive Rock
• Rock
• Symphonic Progressive Rock
• St. Ives