From the album year of sunday (1972).
On a crisp as bacon morning with the sunshine on my head,
From the twilight of the dawning raised myself up from my bed.
Fixed mine eyes upon a favor like no mortal eye behold,
Then I chose to taste the flavor of the ancient of the old.
On a chill as winter evening in a doubtful circumstance,
He stopped the evil breathing of a one time's serpent's chants.
Old black sea with silver lining how I long with all my soul,
To quaff the mystic fragrance of the ancient of the old.
From a red as amber burning with a chalice in my hand,
I know there is no turning I must now obey command.
At last decree has destined now the mystery untold,
Will shine in all it's glory from the ancient of the old.
(lyrics by James Seals; music by James Seals & Dash Crofts, 1971) From the album year of sunday (1972). On a crisp as bacon morning with the sunshine on my head, From the twilight of the dawning raised myself up from my bed. Fixed mine eyes upon a favor like no mortal eye behold, Then I chose to taste the flavor of the ancient of the old. On a chill as winter evening in a doubtful circumstance, He stopped the evil breathing of a one time's serpent's chants. Old black sea with silver lining how I long with all my soul, To quaff the mystic fragrance of the ancient of the old. From a red as amber burning with a chalice in my hand, I know there is no turning I must now obey command. At last decree has destined now the mystery untold, Will shine in all it's glory from the ancient of the old. Explain Request ×
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